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ENGLISH AND SCOTOISH
BALLADS.
BDITEB BY
FRANCIS JAMES CHILD.
B ST ON:
LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in tlie year 1858, by
I:.ittle;, Beown iKD CoMPAHr, in the Clerk's Office of ths
District Court of the District of Massacliasatts.
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CONTENTS OF VOLUME SEVENTH.
DOOK TII. ICouttuueil.]
B,. The Battle of Ottarboame [Peroj]
b. The Battle of Ottarbonme [bcott] 1
a. The Hunting of the Cheviot ;
b. Chsvy-ChBcB i
Shr Andrew Baxton J
Flodden Field ',
a. Queen Jeiinle '
b. Tie Death of Qneen Jane I
The Murder of the Ivmg of Scots 1
The Rising In the Noith i
Northumberland betrayed by Douglia !
King of Scots and Aiidiew Browne ](
Maiy Arnbree li
Brave Lord WJloughbey 1
The Bonny Earf ol Mnnay [Eainaai] 1
The Bonnie Earl of Mmray [PinlayJ i:
The Winning of Gales 1
Sir John Suokluig's Camp^gn 1:
The Battle ol Philiphaugh 1;
The Gallant Grahams 1:
The Battle of Loudon HiU 1
The Battle of Bothwell Bridge 1
The Battlfl of Kilhecrankie 1
The Battle of &heriff-Mvur 1.
Lord Derwentwater li
ITie Battle of Tjanent Muii, or of Pre'iton 1 ans 1'
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APPENDIX.
The Battle of Otterburn 117
The Battle of Harlaw ISO
IChig Henrie the Flflli's Conquest 190
Jano Shore 194
Sh' Andrew BarKin 201
The Battle of Coriohie 310
The Battle of BalrinnBfl [or GletQiTst) 214
Bonny Join Seton 230
The Haws of CromiMe 2S4
The Battle of Alford 2S8
The Battle of Pentland Hills 240
The Reading Skirmish 248
Undaunted Londonderry 347
Pr<£llum Gillicrankianum 251
Tie Boyne Water 268
The Woman Warrior 267
The BatUe of Sheriff-Muir 280
Up and war them a', WUlie 264
The Mraquis of Huntley's Eetreat 2fiT
Jotinie Cope 274
King Leir and his three Daughters 2TS
Fair Eosamond 283
Queen Eleanor's Fall 292
The Duchess of Suffolk'B CalMnitj 289
The Life and Death of Thomas Stdtely 306
Lord Delaware 314
The Battle of Harlaw (Ti-aditional varsion) 317
Glossabt aai
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BOOK Til.
CONTINDED.
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THE BATTLE OF OTTEEBOURNE.
In the twelfth year of Richard II. (1388,) the Scots
aasembiod an exteasiye army, with the intentioii of
invading England on a grand scale, in revenge for a
previous inourgion made by that sovereign. But in-
formation haring been received that the Northam-
hrians were gathering in considerable force for a
Connter-iavasioD, it was thought prudent not to at-
tempt to carry ont the original enterprise. While,
therefore, the main body of the army, commanded by
the Earl of Fife, the Scottish king's second son, ravaged
the western borders of England, a detachment of three
or four ihousand chosen men, under the Earl of
I>ouglas, penetrated by a awift march info the Bishop-
ric of Durham, and liud waste the country with fire
and sword. Returning in triumph from this inroad,
Douglas passed insultingly before the gates of New-
castle, where Sir Harry Percy lay in garrison. This
fiery warrior, Aough he could not venture to cope with
forces far superior to his own, sallied out to break a
lance with his hereditary foe. In a skirmish before
the town he lost his spear and pennon, which Douglas
swore he would plant as a trophy on the highest tower
of his castle, unless it should be that very night re-
taken by the owner. Hotspur was deterred from
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OF OTTEKBOURNE.
accepting this challenge immediately, by the appre-
heneion that Douglas wonld be able to effect a union
■with the main body of the Scottish army before he
could be overtaken, bat when he learned, the second
day, that the Earl was retreating with osteutalioua
slowness, he hastily got t<^ether a company of eight
or ton thousand men, and set forth in pursuit.
The English forces, under the eoaimand of Hot^
spur and his brother, Sir Ealph Percy, came up with
the Soots at Otterboume, a small village about thirty
miles from Newcastle, on the evening of the Ifith of
August. Their numbers were more than double the
Soots, but they were fatigued with a long march,
Percy fell at once on the camp of Douglas, and a des-
perate action ensued. The victory seemed to be in-
clining to the English, when the Scottish leader, as the
last means of reanimating his followers, rushed on the
advancing enemy with heroic daring, and cleared a
way with his battle-axe into the middle of liieir ranks.
All but alone and unsupported, Douglas was over-
powered by numbers, and sunk beneath three mortal
wounds. The Scots, encouraged by the furious charge
of their chieftain, and ignorant of his fate, renewed the
struggle with vigor. Ealph Percy was made prisoner
by the Earl Mareschal, and soon after Hotspur him-
self by Lord Montgomery. Many other Englishmen
of rank had the same fate. After a long fight, main-
tained with extraordinary bravery on both sides, the
English retired and left the Scota masters of the field.
(See Sir W. Scotfs History of Scotland, i. 325.)
The ballad which follows, printed from the fom'th
or revised edition of Percy's Reliqttes (vol. i. p. 21),
was derived from a manuscript in the Cotton library
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THE BA.TTLE OF OTTERBOTJKNE. 5
(Cleopatra, c. iv. fol. 61), thoi^ht to be writtea about
the middle of the sixfeentb century. In the earlier
editions, a less perfect copy, from tbe Harleian col-
leclJon, had been used. Hume of Godscroft, speaking
of the songs made on the battle of Otterboume, says,
" the Scots song made of Ottorbourne telleth the
time — about Lammas ; and also the occasion — to take
preys out of England ; aJso fbe dividing armies be-
twixt the Earla of Fife and Douglas, and their several
Journeys, almost as in tbe authentic history," and pro-
ceeds to quote tbe first stanza of tbe present ballad.
Again, it is said tbat at Lammas, wlien the Scotch
husbandmen are busy at getting in their hay, the
season bas been over for a month in most parts of
England. From these circumstances, and the occur-
rence of certain Scottish words, the first part of The
BatUe of Ollerboume bas been regarded as a Scottish
compoMtion, retouched by an English hand.
A somewhat mutilated version of this ballad was
published in Herd's Scottish Songs. This, though de-
fective, well deserves a place in our Appendix. Sir
Walter Scott inserted in ttie Minstrehy another edi-
tion made up by him iiDm two copies obtained firom
the recitation of old persons residing in Ettiick Forest,
and it Ja here subjoined to Perey'fi version.
Genealogical notices of the personages mentioned
in this and the following ballad win be found in
Percy's Reliques and in Scotfs Minstrelsy.
Yt felle abowght the Lamasae tyde,
Whan husbonds wjnn ther haye.
The dowghtye Dowglaase bowynd hym to ryde,
In Ynglond to take a praye.
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The yerlle of Fyffe, withowghten afryfFe,
He bowynd byin over Sulway :
The grete wolde eyer together ryde ;
That race they may rue for aye.
Over Ottercap hyll they came io,
And so dowyn by Efldelyffe cragge,
Upon Grene Leyton they iyghted dowyn,
Styrande many a sta^e ;
And holdely brent Northomberlonde,
And haryed maay a towyn ;
They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,
To battell that were not bowyn.
a. i. e. orer Solway frith. This evidently refers to the
other aiviBion of tha Soottiali army, which oame in hy way
of Cflrilsle Percy.
S-11. EO, the Earl of Douglas and his party.— The Eevaral
stations hare mentioned ace well-known planes in Kortlinm-
berland. Ottaroap-hill is in iha parish of Kirk-Wheipington,
in Tynedale-ward, EodeliiTe- (or, aa it is more nsually pro-
Dounoed, Hodelsy-) Cragge ia a noted cliff near Bodeley, a
small village in the parish, of Hartbnm, in Morpeth-ward.
Green Leyton is another small village In the same pariah of
Hartbnm, and is sontheast of Kodeley. Both the ori^ual
MSS. read here, cormpUy, Hoppertop and Ljnton. — F.
la. Many a styrande ataga, in both MSS. Motherwell
would retain this reading, because atagga aigniiiCB in Soot-
land a young atallion, and by supplying "off" the line would
Giaka EEnae. It waa one of the Border laws, he remarks,
that the Scottish array of battle should be on foot {see v. 16
of the Second Part). Horses were used but for a retreat oi
pursuit.
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THE BATTLE Of
Than spake a heme upon the bent,
Of comforte thut was not colde,
And aayd, " We have brent Northomberlond,
We haye all welth in holde.
"Now we have haryed all Bamboroweahyre,
All the welth in the worlde have wee ;
I rede we ryde lo Newe Caatell,
So styl! and slalwurthlye."
!, when it was daye,
The standards schone fulle bryght ;
To the Newe Castelle the toke the waye,
And thether they cam fulle ryght.
Sir Henry Peroy laye at the Newe Castelle,
I telle yow withowttea drede ;
He had hyn a march-man all hys dayes.
And kepte Barwyke upon Twede.
To the Newe Castell when they cam.
The Skottes they eryde on hyght,
" Syr Harye Perey, and thow byste within,
Com to the fylde, and fyght :
" For we have brente Northomberlonde,
Thy eritage good and ryght ;
And syne my logeyng I have take.
With my braiide diihbyd many a knyght."
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8 THE BATTLE OF OTTBRBODENE.
Sir Harry Percy earn fo the wallea,
The Skottyssh oste for to se ;
"And thow hast breate Northomberload,
Full sore it rewyth me.
" Yf thou hast haryed all Bambarowe sbyre, «
Thow hast done me greto envye ;
For the trespasse thow haat me done,
The tone of us schall dye."
" Where achall I byde the ? " sayd the Dowglas,
" Or where wylt« tbow come tome?" w
"At Otterbome in the hygh way,
Ther maist thow well logeed be.
" The roo full rekeles ther scbe rinnes,
To make the game and glee ;
The fawkon and the fesaunt both, m
Amonge the holtes on hye.
" Ther maist thow have tby welth at wyll.
Well looged ther maiat be ;
Yt schall not be long or I com the fyll,"
Sayd Syr Harry Percye. m
"Ther schall I byde the," sayd the Dowglas,
" By the fayth of my bodye : "
" Thether schall I com," sayd Syr Harry Percy
" My trowth I plyght to the."
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A pjpe of wyne he gave ttem over the walles, <
For soth, aa I yow saye ;
Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke,
And all hys oate that daye.
The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne,
For soth withowghteii naye ; <
He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne
Uppon a Wedynsday.
And there he pyght hys standard dowyn,
Hys gettyng more and lesse,
And syne he warned hys men to goo s
To chose ther geldynga gresse.
A Skottysshe knyght hoved upon the hent,
A wache I dare well saye ;
So was he ware oa the noble Percy
In Ihe dawnjnge of the daye.
He prycked io his pavyleon dore,
As faste as he myght ronne ;
■" Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,
" For hys love, that syttes yii trone.
" Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,
" For thow maiste waken wyth wynne ;
Tender have I spyed the prowde Percy,
And seven standardes wyth hym."
77. the best bent, MS.
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" Nay by my trowth," the Douglas eayed,
" It ys but a fayned fayllc ;
He durste not loke on my bred banner,
For all Ynglonde so haylle.
" Was I not yeaterdaye at the Newe Castell,
That stonds so fayre on Tyne ?
For all the men the Percy hade,
He cowde not garre me ones to dyne."
He stepped owt at hys p
To loke and it were lesse ;
" Araye yow, lordyngs, one and all.
For here bygynnes no peysse. lOO
" The yerle of Mentayne, thow art my eme,
The forwarde I gyve to the :
The yerlle of Huntlay cawte and kene,
He schall wyth the be.
"The lorde of Bowghan, In ai'mure bryght, iik
On the other hand he schall be ;
101 The Earl of MenWith. At the time of the battle the
earldom of Mentaitli ■vraa possessed by Eobort Earl of Fife,
who was m eommand of ths jnain body of the srmy, and
oonseqnently not with D ouglos.
lOS The reference is to Sir John Gordon. Thenseofthia
doiignition shows, sayB Percy, that the ballad was not com-
posed before 1449. In that year the title of Earl of HuntJy
wai first conferred on AlBxander Seaton, who marriad the
grand-dfiughter of the Gordon of Otterliourue,
106, The Earl of Buchan, fourth son of Kizig Eobert IL
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THE BATTLE OF
Lord Jhonstone and lorde Maxwell,
They to schali be wyth me.
" Swyiiton, fayre fylde upon your pryde !
To batell make yow bowen,
Syr Davy Scotte, Syr Walter Slewarde,
Syr Jhon of A
[TI
T.]
The Perssy came byfore hys oste,
Wych was ever a gentyll knyght ;
Upon the Dowglas lowde can he crye,
" I wyll holde that I have hyght.
" For thow haste brenfe Northumberlonde,
And done me gcete envye ;
For tliys trespasse tbon haat me done,
The tone of us achall dye."
The Dowglas answerde hym agayne
With grete wurds up on bye,
And sayd, " I have twenty agaynst the one,
Byholde, and thow maiste see."
Wyth that the Percye was grevyd sore,
For sothe as I yow saye ;
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12 THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.
He lyghted dowyn upon Lis fote,
And schoote his horsse dene away.
Every man sawe that he dyd soo,
That ryall was ever in rowght;
Every man schoote hys horsse him froo,
And lyght lijm rowynde abowght.
Thus Syr Hary Percye toke the fylde,
For soth, as I yow saye ;
Jesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght
Dyd helpe hym well that daye.
But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo,
The cronykle wyll not layne ;
Forty thowsande Skottes and fowre
That day fowght them agayne.
But when the batell byganne to jojTie,
In hast ther came a knyght ;
' Then ' letters fayre furth liath he tayne,
And thus he sayd full ryght :
" My lorde, your father he gretes yow well,
Wyth many a noble knyght ;
He desyrea yow lo byde
That he may see thys fyght.
" The Baron of Grastoke ys com owt of (he
With him a noble corapanye ;
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All ttey loge at jour fathers ttys nyght,
And tte battell fayne wold they see. *
" For Jesus love," sayd Syr Harye Percy,
" That dyed for yow and me,
Wende to my lorde ray father agayne,
And saye thou saw me not with yee.
"My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght, *
It nedes me not to layne,
That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent,
And I have hya trowth agayne.
"And if that I wende off thys grownde,
For soth, unfoughten awaye, a
He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght
Iq hys londe another daye.
" Tet had I lever to be rynde and rente,
By Mary, that mykel maye,
Then ever my manhod schulde be i-eprovyd s
Wyth a Skotte another daye.
" Wherefore schote, archars, for my sake.
And let scharpe arowes flee ;
MynstreUs, play up for your waryson,
And well quyt it schall be. i
" Every man thynke on hys trewe love,
And marke hym to the Trenite ;
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For to God I make myne avowe
Thys day wyll I not fle."
The blodye Iiarte in the Dowglas armes,
Hys standerde stode on bye ;
That every man myght full well knowe ;
By syde stode Htarrea thre.
The whyte lyon on the Ynglysh parte,
Forsoth, as I yow sayne,
The lucetts and the cressawnts both ;
The Skotta faugbt them agayne.
tJppoii Sent Andrewe lowde cane they crye,
And thrysse they scbowte on hyght,
And syne marked them one owr Ynglyashe ml
As I have tolde yow I'yglit.
Sent George the bryght, owr ladyes knyglit,
To name they were full fayne ;
Owr Tngiysshe men they cryde on hyght,
And tbrysse the schoWtte agayne.
Wytb that, scbarpe arowea bygan to flee,
I tell yow in sertayne ;
Men of armes byganne to joyne,
Maoy a dowgbty man was tber alayne.
The Percy and the Dowglas mette.
That ether of other was fayne ;
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THE BATTLE <
They schapped together, whyll that the swettfl,
With swords of fjne collayne ;
Tyll the hloode from ther baasoiinetts ranne,
As the roke doth in the rayne ;
" Yelde the to me," sayd the Dowglas,
" Or ells thow schalt be slayno.
" For I see by thy bryght baasonet,
Thow art sum man of rayght ;
And so I do by thy buraysshed brande ;
Thow art an yerle, or oils a knyght."
" By my good faythe," sayd the nohle Percy,
" Now haste thou rede full ryght ;
Tet wyll I never yelde me to the,
Whyll I may stonde and fyght." :
They swapped together, whyll that they swetfe,
"Wyth swordes scharpe and long ;
Teh on other so faste they beette,
Tyll tter helmes cam in peyses dowyn.
The Percy was a man of strenghth,
I tell yow in thya stounde ;
He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length,
That he felle to the growynde.
98. Being sill in armour lie could not IsQOW him. — P.
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The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte,
I tell yow in sertayne ; "c
To the harte he cowde hym smyte,
Thus was the Dowglas alayne.
The stonderds stode styll on eke syde,
With many a grevous grone ;
Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght, ns
And many a dowghty man was alayne.
Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,
But styfBy in stowre can stand,
Tchone bewyng on other whyll they myglit drye,
Wjth many a bayllefull hix>nde. ia»
Ther was slayne upon the Skottea syde,
For sott and sertenly,
Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,
That daye that he cowde dye.
The yerle of Mentaye he was slayne, iss
Grysely groned uppon the growynd ;
Syv Davy Scotte, Syr "Walter Steward,
Syr John of Agurstonne.
Syr Cliarlles Morrey in that place,
That never a fote wold flye 5 lai
123. Both the MS S. road here Sir Jitmej, bnt ses above,
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THE BATTLE OF OTTEKBOUKNE.
Sir Hughe Maxwelle, a lorde te was,
With the Dowglas dyd he dye.
Ther was slayne upon tke Skottes ayde,
For soth as 1 yow saye,
Of fowre and forty thowaande Scotts
Went but eyghtene awaye.
Ther was siayne upon the Ynglyashe syde,
For sotli and sertenlye,
A gentell knyght, Sir John Fitz-hughe,
Tt was the more petye.
Syr James Harehotell ther was slayne,
For hym ther tartes were sore ;
The gentyll Lovelle ther waa slayne,
That tte Percyes standerd bore.
Ther was slayne uppon the Tnglyss
For soth as I yow saye.
Of nyne thowsand Tnglyssh men
Fyve hoiidert cam awaye.
The other were slayne in the fylde
Cryste kepe their sowles from wc
Seying ther was so few fryndes
Agaynst so many a foo.
US. CoveTle, MS.
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18 THR BATTLE OF OTTEKBOUENE.
Then one the movne they raayd them beeres
Of byrcb, and haysell graye;
Many a wydowe with wepyng teyi-es
Ther roakes they fette awaye.
Thys fraye bygan at Ott«rborne,
Bytwene the nyghte and the day :
Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyfe,
And the Percy was lede awaye.
Then was ther a Scottyshe prisoner tayne,
Syr Hughe Mongomery was hys name;
For soth as I yow saye,
He borowed the Percy home agayne.
Now let lis all for the Percy praye
To Jesu most of myght,
To bryng hys sowle to the blysse of heven,
For he was a gentyll knyght.
163. Supposed to be son of Lord Jt
■k Hotspur prisoner. In Hie SanUng of Ike Chem
■ Hiif;ii is said to hivve been slain witli an iirrow.
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THE BATTLE OF OTTEKBOORNE,
THE BATTLE OF OTTEEBOURNE.
From Minstrelsy of (he Scottish Border, i. 3fi4.
In the Complaynt of Scotland (1548), "The Persee
and the Mongumrye met," (t. 117 of this piece,)
ooours as the title, or ralier the catchword, of one of
the popular songa of the time.
It fell about the Lammas tide,
When the muir-men win their hay,
The doughlj Douglas bound him to ride
Into England, to drive a prey.
He chose the Glordons and the Griemes, c
With them the Lindesaya, light and gay ;
But the Jardines wald not with him ride,
And they rue it to this day.
And he has burn'd the dales of Tyne,
And part of Barabroughshire ; m
6. " LighC " is the upproprinted das[gnation of the Liiid-
BB.J s, as " gay " is that of the Gordons.
7 The JardiDes wore a clan of tardy West-Border men,
Tbeir thief was Jard oe of Applegirtli. Their refusal fc)
nde with Douglis wag, probably, Iha result of one of those
perpetnal iends, wlni.h usually rent to pieces a Scottish
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20 THE BATTLE OP OTTEEBOUKNE.
And three good towers on Eeidsnire fells,
He left them all on Are.
And he march'd up to Newcastle,
And rode it round about ;
" wha's the lord of this castle,
Or wha's the lady o't ? "
But up spake proud Lord Percy then,
And but he spake hie 1
" I am the lord of this castle,
My wife's the lady gay."
" If thou'rt the lord of this castle,
8ae weel it pleases me I
For, ere I cross the Border fells.
The tane of us shall die."
He took a lang spear in his hand,
Shod with the metal free.
And for to meet tlie Douglas there,
He rode right furiouslie.
But how pale his lady look'd,
Frae aff the castle wa'.
When down before the Scottish spear
She saw proud Percy fa'.
" Had we twa been upon the green,
And never an eye to see.
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I wad hae had yon, flesh and fell ;
But your sword aall gae wi' me,"
"But gae ye up to Otterbourne,
And wait there dayis three ;
And if I come not ere three dayis end,
A fause knight ca' ye me."
" The Otterboume's a bonnie burn ;
'Tis pleasant there to be ;
But there ia nought at Otterbourne,
To feed my men aad me.
" The deer rins wild on Lill and dale,
The birds fly wild fcom tree to tree ;
But there ia neither bread nor kale,
To fend my men aad me.
" Yet I will stay at Otterbourne,
"Where you shall welcome be ;
And if ye come not at three dayis end,
A fauae lord I'll ca' thee."
" Thither will I come," proud Percy said,
" By the might of Our Ladye ! "
" There will I bide thee," said the Douglas,
" My troth I plight to thee."
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22 THE BATTLE OF
They lighted high on Otterhourne,
Upon the hent sae brown ;
They lighted high on Otterbourae,
And threw their paUiona down.
And he that had a bonnie boy,
Sent out his horse to grass ;
And he that had not a bonnie boy,
His ain servant he was.
But up then spake a little page.
Before the peep of dawn —
" O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,
For Percy's hai-d at hand."
" Te lie, ye lie, ye liar loud !
Sae loud I hear ye lie ;
For Percy had not men yestreen
To dight my men and me.
" But I have dream'd a dreary dream.
Beyond the Isle of Sky;
I aaw a dead man win a flght,
And I think that man was I."
He belted on his guid braid sword,
And to tlie field he ran ;
But he forgot the helmet good.
That should have kept his brain.
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When Percy wi' the Douglas met,
I wat he was fu' fain ;
They swakked their swords, till sair thoy swat,
And the hlood ran down like rain.
But Percy with his good hroad sword.
That could so sharply wound.
Has woiinded Douglas on the brow,
Till he feU to the ground.
Then he call'd on his little
And said — " Run speedilie,
And fetch my ain dear sister's son.
Sir Hugh Montgomery.
" My nephew good," the Douglas said,
" What recks the death of ane !
Last night I drcam'd a dreary dream,
And I ken the day's thy ain.
" My wound is deep ; I fain would sleep ;
Take thou the vanguard of the three.
And hide mo hy the braken bush.
That grows on yonder lilye lee.
" bury me by the hraken bush,
Beneath the blooming brier,
Let never hving mortal ken
That ere a kindly Scot lies here."
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24 THE BATTLE OF OTTEEBOURNE.
He lifted up that noble lord,
Wi' the aaut tear iu his ee;
He hid him in the bralten bush.
That his merrie-mea might not see.
The moon was clear, Hie day drew near,
The spears in flinders fl.ew,
But mony a gallant Eagiishman
Ere day the Scotsmen slew.
The Gordons good, in English blood
They steep'd their hose and shoon ;
The Lindsays flew like fire about,
Till all the fray was done.
The Percy and Montgomery met,
That cither of other were fain ;
They swapped swords, and they twa swat,
And aye the blood ran down between.
" Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy," he said,
" Or else I vow 111 lay thee low ! "
" To whom must I yield," quoth Earl Percy,
" Now that 1 see it must be so ? "
" Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun.
Nor yet shalt thou yield to me ;
But yield thee to the braken bush.
That grows upon yon lilye lee."
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" I will not yield to a braken bush,
Nor yet will I yield to a brier ;
But I would yield to Earl Douglas,
Or Sir Hugh the Montgomery, if he wi
As soon as he knew it was Montgomery,
He struck Ills sword's point in the gronde ;
The Montgomery was a courteous knight,
And quickly took him by the honde.
This deed was done at the Otterbourne,
About the breaking of the day ;
Earl Douglas was buried at the braken busk,
And the Percy led captive away.
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT.
Ik Ae Battle of Oiterbonrne the story is told with all
the usual accuracy of tradition, and the usual fairness
of parfJzans. Not so wiih the following ballad, which
is founded on the same event. " That which is com-
monly aung of the Hunting of Cheiiiol," says Hume
of Godaorofli truly, "seemeth indeed poetical, and a
140. Douglns wflB really buried in Melrose Abbey, where
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26 THE HUNTING OF THE CHUVIOT.
mere fiction, perhaps to stir np virtue ; yet a fiction
whereof there is no mention either in the Scottish or
English chronicle." When this hallad arose we do
not know, but we niay suppose that a considerable
time would elapse before a minstrel would venture to
treat an historical event with BO much freedom.
We must, however, allow some force to these remarks
of Percy : " With regard to ihe subject of this ballad,
although it has no countenance from history, there is
room to think it had originally some foundation in
fact. It was one of the laws of die Marches, fre-
quently renewed between the nations, that neither
party should hunt in the other's borders, without
leave from the proprietors or their deputies. There
had long been a rivajship between the two martial
families of Percy and Douglas, which, heightened by
the national quarrel, must have produced frequent
challenges and stru^les for superiority, petty inva-
sions of their respective domains, and sharp contests
for the point of honour ; which would not always be
recorded in history. Something of this kind, we may
suppose, gave rise to the ancient ballad of the Hunting
a' the Cheviat. Percy Earl of Northumberland had
vowed to hunt for three days in the Scottish border,
without condescending to ask leave from Earl Doug-
las, who was either lord of the soil, or lord warden of
the Marches. Douglas would not fail to resent the
insult, and endeavour to repel the intruders by force :
this would naturally produce a sharp conflict between
the two parties ; something of which, it is probable,
did really happen, though cot attended with the
tragical circumstences recorded in the ballad : for
these are evidently borrowed from the Battle of Otter-
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bourn, a very diiTerent event, but wliicli afterljraea
would easily confound with it." *
The ballad as bere printed is of the same age as
the preceding. It is extracted from Heame'e Preface
to the History of Guilielmua Neubrigensis, p. Ixxxji.
Hearne derived his copy from a manuseript in the
Aahmolean collection at Oxford, and printed the
test in long lines, wMcb, according to custom, arc
now broien up into two.
The manuscript copy is subscribed at the end
" Expliceth quotb Rychard Shealo." Eiehard Sbeale
(it has been shown by a writer in the Brilisk Bil>~
Uograpfier, vol. iv. p. 97-105) was a nunstrel by pro-
feaaioa, and several other pieces in the same MS.
have a like agnature with this. On this gronnd it
has been very strangely concluded that Sbeale was
nol, as Percy and Kitson supposed, the transcriber,
but fbe actual author of this noble ballad. The glar-
ing objection of the antiquity of the language has
* The Kditor of the Bslignea afterwards met with the fol-
lowing passage in Collins's PeerasB, which he thought might
throw some light on the question of the origin of the
ballad.
" In this .... year, 1436, aooording to Hector BoBthius,
was fought the battle of Pepperden, not far from the Cheviot
Hills, between the Earl of Northumberland [Hd Earl, son of
Hotspur], and Earl William Douglas, of Angus, with a small
army of about four thousand men each, in which the latter
had the advantage. As this seems to Iiave been a private
oonfliot between these two great Chieftaina of the Borders,
rather than a national war, it has been thought to havo ^ven
rise to the celebrated old ballad of Ohevy-Chase; which to
render it more pathetic and interesting, has been helglit«ned
with tragical incidents wholly fictitious.*'
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OF TUB CHEVIOT.
been met, first, by the supposition 4at the author be-
longed to the north of England, and afterwards, when
it appeared that Sheale lived at Tamworth, about a,
hundred milei from London, by the allagalJon that the
language of a person in humble life in Warwictshiro
or Staffordshire would be very far behind the current
epeech of the metropolis. It happens, however, that
the language of the ballad is very much older than
the other eomposiljons of Sheale, as a moment's in-
spection will thow Besides, Sheale's poeiieal abilities
were manifestly of tho lowest order, and although he
styles himself " minstrel," we have no reason to think
that he ever composed ballads. He speaks of his
memory being at one time so decayed that be " could
□either sing nor talk." Being a mere ball&A-smger and
story-teller, he would naturally be dependent on that
faculty. The fact is very obvious, tbat Bicbard
Sheale was a mere reciter of songs and tales ; at any
rate, liat all we have to thank him for in the matter
of Chevy Chase is for committing to paper the only
old copy that has come down to our times.*
The Hunting of ike Cheiiot is mentioned in the
Complaynt of ttcolland with other, very ancient,
b^ads It was consequently popular in Scotland
in 1548 ten jews befoie the lime that wo Jcnow
Sbeale to ba^ewiitten anything. The mention of
James the Scottish Kmg forbids us to assign this piece
an earlier date than the leign of Henry "VI.
It has been customary to understand Sidney's
* We regret tliat even Dr. Rimbault 1
tioned IQiiB ascriplion of fStrj- Oinjs \d t
Btrelof Tamwoith.
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29
faying of the " old song of Percy and Douglas " —
that it moved Ms heart more thaa a trumpet — ex-
oluslyely of Chevy Chase. There is no cjuestion
■which ballad would stand higher in tte estimation of
the gentle knight, but the terms by which the wajv
song he admired is described are of course equally
applicable to The Battle of Otterlaurne. By the way
we may remark that if we do understand Sidney to
have meant Chevy Chase, then, whatever opinion
writers of our day may have of its antiquity, and
however probable it may seem to them that Chevy
Chase was written by a contemporary of Sir PhiBp,
it appeared to the author of the Defence of Poetry to
be " evU apparelled in the dust and cobweb of an
uncivil age" I
TOE FIKST FIT.
The Perse owt off Northombarlande,
And a vowe to Glod mayd he,
That he wold hunte in the raouutayns
Off Chyviat within days thre,
In the mauger of doughte Dogles, »
And all that ever with him be.
The fettiste hartes in all Cheviat
He Bayd he wold kill, and cary them away ;
" Be my feth," sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn,
" I wyll let that hontyng yf that 1 may." w
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6\> THE HDNTING OF THE CHEVIOT.
Then the Perse owt of Banborowe cam,
With him a myghtee meany ;
With fifteeD hondrith archares bold off blood and
The wear chosen owt of shyars thve.
This begane on a Monday at morn, is
In Cheviat the hillys so he ;
The chyld mny rue that ys un-born,
It was the mor pitt^.
The dryvars throrowe the woodea went,
For to reas the dear ; bi
Bomen byckarte uppone the bent
With ther browd aras deare.
Then the wyld thorowe the wood^s went.
On every syde shear ;
Grea-hondes thorowe the grevis glent, »
Fop to kyll thear dear.
The begane in Chyviat the hyls above,
Yorly on a Monnyn day ;
IX. The the. 13. atohnrdes.
14. Bj these shyara thre is probably meant three districts
m Northnmberlaiid, which still go by the name of shires, and
are all in tlie neighbourhood of Cheviot, These are Mattd-
dtire, being the district so named from Holy-Island: Nore-
hainMre, so called from the town atid oasUe of Noreham (or
Nwham): and -Boaiiorou^iMire, the ward or hundred belong-
ing to E "
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THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT. i
Be that it drewe to the oware off none,
A hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay.
The blewe a laort uppone the bent,
The semblyd on sydis shear ;
To the quyrry then the Perse went,
To se the bryttlyuge off the deare.
He sayd, " It was the Duglas promys
This day to met me hear ;
But I wyst« he wold faylie, verament ; "
A great oth the Perse swear.
At the lagte a squyar of Northombelonde
Lokyde at his hand full ny ;
He was war a' the doiighetie Doglas comynge,
With him a myghtte meany ;
Both with spear, byll, and brande ;
Yt was a myghti sight to ae ;
Hardyar men, both off hart nar hande.
Wear not in Christiante.
The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good,
Withowte any feale ;
The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde,
Yth' bowndes of Tividale.
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32 THE HUNTING OP THE CHEVIOT.
" Leave of the brytlyng of tlie dear," he sayde,
" And to your bowys lock ye tayk good heed ;
For never sithe ye wear oa your mothars borne
Had ye never so mickle ned."
The doughcti Dogglas on a stede «
He rode att Ha men befome ;
His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede ;
A bolder bame was never bom.
" Tell me whos men ye ar," he says,
" Or whos men that ye be : ea
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyvjat
In the spyt of me ? "
The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
Tt was fJie good lord Persfe :
" We wyE not toll the whoys men we ar," he
" Nor whos men that we be ;
But we wyll hount hear in this chays,
In the spyt of thyne and of the.
" The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat 09
We have kyld, and cast to carry them a-way : '
" Be my troth," sayd the doughte Dogglas agayn,
" Ther-for the ton of us shall de this day."
62. toys. 71. agay.
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Then aayd the doughtfe Doglas
Unto the lord Perse :
" To kyU all thes gilfles men, ra
Alas, it wear great pitte !
" But, Pers^, tliowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contre ;
Let all our men uppone a parti atande,
And do the battell off the and of me." m
" Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne," aayd the lord
"Whosoever ther-fo says nay ;
Be my troth, doughtte Doglas," he says,
" Thow shalt never se that day.
" Nethar in Tnglonde, Skottlonde, nw France, w
Nor for no man of a woman born,
But, and fortune be my chance,
I dar met him, on man for on."
Thun bpspayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
Richard "Wytharyngton was hira nam ; f*
" It shall never be fold in Sothe-Ynglonde," lie
" To kyng Herry the fourth for sham.
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34 THE HTJNTISG- OF THE CHEVIOT.
" I wat yone byn groat lordes twaw,
I am a poor aquyar of lande ;
I wyll never se my captayne fygit on a fylde,
And stande myselffe, and loocke on,
But wliyll I may my weppone welde,
1 wyll not [fayl] both hart and hande."
That day, that day, that dredfull day !
The fljst fit here I iynde ;
And youe wyH here any mor a' the hountyng
the Chyviat,
Yet ya ther mor behyud.
THE SECOND PIT.
The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,
Ther hartes were good yenoughe ;
The first off arroa that the shote o£F,
Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.
SB. " That day, that day, that gontil day," ia cited ia TIm
Cmgilaynt of 8cotla«il, (ii.101,) not, we iraagine, an the iUle
of abaUad (any moretluiQ "The Fersee and the Mongamrye
met," anle, p. IB,) hnt as a line by which tlie eong oonfaining
it might be reoHUad.
1-4. It ia well known that the ancient English weapon was
the long-bow, and that this nation exoellsd all others in
archery, while the Scottish warriors chiefly depended on the
use of the spBir. This eharaoteristic difference never escapes
our ancient bard. — Perot.
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Tet byddys the yerle Doglas uppoii the bent,
A captayae good yenoughe,
And that was sene verament,
For he wrought hom hoth woo and wouche.
The Dogglas pertyil his ost or thre,
Lyk a cheiFe chefteii off pryde.
With suar speare off myghttfe tre,
The cum in on every syde :
Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery
Gave many a wounde full wyde ;
Many a doughete the garde to dy,
Which ganyde them no pryde.
The Tnglyshe men let thear howys he,
And pulde owt brandea that wer bright ;
It was a bevy syght to se
Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.
Throrowe ryehe male and myneyeple,
Many steme the stroke downe streght ;
Many a freyke that was full fre,
Ther uudar foot dyd lyght.
At last the Duglas and the Perse met,
Lyk to captayna of myght and of mayiie ;
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The swapte togettar tyll the both swat,
With swordes that wear of fyn myllin.
Thes worths freckys for to fyghl,
Ther-to the wear full fayne,
Tyll the hloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,
As ever dyd heal or rayne.
" Holds the, Perse," eayde the Doglas,
" And i' feth I shall the brynge
Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis
Of Jamy our Scottish kynge.
"Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre,
I hight t!ie hear this thinge,
For the manfullyste man yet art thowe,
That ever I conqueryd in filde flghtyBg."
" Nay," sayd the lord Perse,
"I tolde it the befome.
That I wolde never yeldyde be
To no man of a woman horn,"
With that ther earn an arrowe hastely,
Forthe off a myghtt^ wane ;
Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas
In at the hrest bane.
83, ran, 33. helde, 86. Scottjh.
46. It nacrowe, Si> again in -v. 83, and a nowar in v. 1
Tliis transferencB of fiaal n fo the saooeeding word ia
in old poetry.
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Thioroue lyvar and longs, bathe
The sharp arrowe ys gane, s"
That never after in aU his Ijfie-days,
He apayke mo wordes but ane : [may,
That was, " Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye
s ben gan."
The Perse leanyde on hia brande, as
And sawe the Duglas de ;
He tooke the dede mane he the hande,
And sayd, " Wo ys me for the !
" To have savyde thy lyffe, I wolde have pertyde
My landes for years tLre, «>
For a better man, of hart nare of hande,
"Was not m aJI the nortJi contrfe."
Off all that se a Skottishe knyghf.
Was callyd Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry ;
He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght, es
He spendyd a spear, a trusti tre : —
He rod uppon a
Throughe a hondrlth archery;
He never stynttyde, nar never hlane,
Tyll he cam to the good lord Perse.
He set nppone the lord Persfe
A dynte that was fuli soare ;
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^ TUE CHEVIOT.
"With a suar spear of a myghtte tre
Clean thorow the body lie tlie Perse ber,
A'the tothai syde that a. man myght se '
A large cloth yard and mare ;
Towe bettar captayos wear nat in Cristiantfe,
Then that day slain wear fter.
An archar off Northomberlonde
Say siean was the lord Persfe ; '
He bar a bende-bowe in his hand,
"Was made off trusti tre.
An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang,
To th' harde stele haylde he ;
A dyat that was both sad and soar, t
He sat on Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry,
The dynf yt waa both sad and soar,
That he on Monggonben-y sete ;
The swane-fethars, that his arrowe bar,
With his hart-blood the wear wete.
Ther was ne^er a freake wone foot wolde fle,
But sliU in Btour dyd stand,
Heawyng on yche othar, whyU the myght dre,
With many a balfuU brande.
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TMs battell begane in Chyviat
An owor befor the none,
And when evon-song bell was rang,
The battell was nat half done.
The tooke on ethar hand
Be the lyght off the mone ;
Many hade no strenght for to stande,
In Chyviai the hiUys aboun,
Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde
Went away but flfti and thre ;
Of twenty hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,
But even Ave and fifti :
But all wear slayne Cheviat within ;
The hade no strenge to stand on hy ;
The oliylde may rue that ya unborne,
It was (ho mor pittfe.
Thear was slayne withe the lord Perse,
Sir John of Agerstone,
Sir Eogar, the hinde Hartly,
Sir Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone.
Sir Jorg, the worthe Lovele,
A knyght of great renowen,
Sir Raff, the ryche Eugbfe,
With dyntes wear beaten dowene.
99. li, word has (Iroppefl out. 102. bJjou. 1T6. 1
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40 THE HUNTING OF 1
For WetliarrjngtoQ lay harte was wo,
That ever he slayne ahulde be ; isc
For when both his leggis wear hewjne in to,
Yet he knyled and fought on hys kny.
Ther was slayne with the dougheti Duglas,
Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry,
Sir Davy Lwdale, that worthfe was, i^
His sistars son waa he ;
Hia Charls a Murre in that place,
That never a foot wolde fle ;
Sir Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was,
Willi the Doglas dyd he dey, im
So on the morrowe the mayde them byears
Off bircli and hasell so gray ;
Many wedoua with wepyng teara
Cam to facb ther makys away.
Tivydale may carpe off care, i^
Northombarlond may mayk grat mon,
For fowe auch captayna as slayne wear thear,
On the March-perti skall never be non.
Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,
To Jamy the Skottiahe kyng, i«
That dougheti Duglas, lyfF-tenant of the Merches,
He lay slean Chyviot with-in.
135. L«dale, i. e. Liddel. 132. gay.
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THE HUNTIKG OP THE CHEVIOT. 41
His handdoa dyd he weal and wryng,
He sayd, "Alas, and woe ys me ! "
Such an otTiar eaptayn SIcotland within, i«
He sayd, ye-feth aiiuld never be.
Worde ys commyn to lovly Londoiie,
Till the fourth Harry our kyng,
That iovd Perse, leyff-tenante of tiie Merchis,
He lay slayne Chyviat within. isi
" God have merci on hia soil," sayd kyng Harry,
" Good lord, yf thy will it be I
I have a hondrith captayns in Yngloiide," he sayd,
"As good as ever was he :
But Perse, and I hrook my lyffe, >^
Thy deth well qujte shall he."
As our noble kyng mayd his a-vowe,
Lyke a noble prince of renowen,
For die deth of the lord Perse
He dyde the battell of Hombyll-down : ii»
Wher syx and thritt^ Skottishe knyghtes
On a day wear beaten down :
Glendale glytterjde on ther armor bi7ght,
Over castill, towar, and town.
idfile is one of tJie seven wards of Northumber-
his district the village of Homildown is 5itnu,ted,
le from Wooler. On the Uth of September, 1403,
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42 THE HUNTING OF 1
This was the Ilontynge off the Chcviat ; iss
That tear begane this Bpum :
Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe,
Call it the Eattcll of Otterbura.
At Otterbum hegan this spurne
TJppon a Monnyn day : wo
Ther was the dougghfe Doglas siean,
The Perse never went away.
Ther was never a tym on the March-partes
Sen the Doglaa and tlie Perse met,
But yt was marvele, and the rede blude ronne
As the reaue doys in the stret.
Jhesue Christ our ballys bete,
And to the blys us brynge !
Thus was tlie Hountynge of the Chiyyat;
Crod send us all good endyng ! ibo
a buttle was tbught at this place betn aen tlie PGicys and
Archibald, Eari of Denglas, in which the Scots were totsillj
routed, and Douglaa takeu pnoouer
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CHEVY-CflACE.
CHEVY-CIIACE.
The text of this later ballad o
given as it appears in Old Ballads (1723), vol. i. p.
Ill, and in Durfej's Pills to Purge Melancholy, vol.
iv. p. 289, and differs very slightly ftum that of the
Seliqiies (i. 265), where the ballad was printed from
the folio MS., compared with two other blaek-letter
copies.
The age of this version of the story is not known,
bat it is certainly not later, says Dr. lUmbauIt, dian
the reign of Charles the Second. Addison's papers in
the Spectator (Nos. 70 and 74) evince so true a percep-
tion of the merits of thig ballad, shorn as it is of tie moat
striking beauties of the graad original, that wa cannot
but deeply regret his never having seen the ancient
and genuine copy, which was published by Hearne
only a few days irfter Addison died. Well might the
Spectator dissent from the judgment of Sidney, if this
were lie rude aad ill-apparelled song of a barbarous
age.
God prosper long our noble king,
Our lives and safeties all ;
A woful hunting onc« there did
In Chevy-Cliace befaU.
To drive the deer with hound and horn, c
Erie Piercy look his way ;
The child may rue that ia unborn,
The hunting of that day.
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The stout Earl of Northumberland
A vow to God did make,
His pleasure in the Scottish woocis
Three suiomei^s days to take ;
The chiefest harts m Chevy-Chace
To kOl and bear away :
The tidings to Earl Douglaa came,
In Scotland where he lay.
"Who sent Earl Piercy present word,
He would prevent his sport ;
The Eaglish earl not fearing this,
Did to the woods resort,
With fifteen hundred how-men bold
All chosen men of might,
Who knew full well in time of need
To aim their shafts aright.
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,
To chase the fallow deer ;
On Monday they began to hunt.
When day-Ught did appear.
And long before high noon they had
An hundred fat bucks slain ;
Then having din'd, the drovers went
To rouze them up again-
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The bow-men rauster'd on the hills,
Well able to endure ;
Their backsides all, with special care,
That day were guarded sure.
The hounds ran swiftly thro' the woods,
The nimble deer to take,
And with their cries the hills and dales
Ac eccho shrill did make.
Lord Piercy to the quarry went.
To view the tender deere ;
Quoth he, " Earl Douglas promised
This day to meet me heer,
" If that I thought he would not come,
No longer would I stay."
With that, a brave young gentleman
Thus fo the Earl did say :
" Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come.
His men in armour bright ;
Full twenty hundred Scottish spears,
All marching in our sight.
"All men of pleasant Tividale,
Fast by the riyer Tweed :"
" Then cease your sport," Erie Piercy said,
"And take your bows with speed.
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"And now with me, my countrymen,
Tour courage forth advance ;
For there was never champion yet
In Scodaad or in France,
" That ever did on horseback come.
But, if my hap it were,
I durst encounter man for man,
With lum to break a spear,"
Earl Douglaa on his milk-white steed.
Most Uke a haron bold,
Eode foremost of the compaoy,
Whose armour shone like gold.
" Show me," he said, " whose men you be,
That hunt so boldly here.
That, without my consent, do chase
And kill my fallow-deer,"
Tlie Kan that first did answer make
Was noble Piercy he ;
Who said, " We list not to declare,
Kor show whose men we be.
" Yet we will spend our dearest hlood.
Thy chiefest hart to slay ; "
Then Douglas swore a solemn oath,
And thus in rage did say ;
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" Ere thus I will out-braved be,
One of us two shall dye :
I know thee well, an carl thou art j
Lord Piercy, so am I.
" But trust me, Piercy, pity it were.
And great offence, to kill
Any of these our harmleas men.
For they have done no iU.
" Let thou and I the battel try,
And set our men aside :
"Accurs'd be he," Lord Piercy said,
" By whom this is deny'd."
Then stept a gallant squire forth,
(Witherington was his name)
Who said, " I would not have it told
To Henry oiir king for shame,
" That ere my capfaine fought on fool.
And I stood looking on :
Tou be two earls," said Witherington,
"And I a squire alone.
" ni do the best that do I may,
While I have power to stand ;
While I have power to wield my sword,
ri! flghf with heart and hand."
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18 CHEVy-CHACE.
Our English arcbera bent their hows,
Their hearts were good and true ;
At the first flight of arrows sent,
Full three score Scota they slow.
To drive the deer with hotiiid and horn,
Earl Douglas had the bent ;
A captain mov'd with mickle pride
The epears to shivers sent.
They clos'd full fast on every side,
No slacknes there was found ;
And many a gallant gentleman
Lay gasping on the ground.
O Christ ! it was a grief to see.
And likewise for to hear.
The cries of men lying in their gore,
And scatter'd here and there.
At last these two stoat earls did meet,
Like captains of great might ;
Like lions mov'd they laid on load,
And made a cruel fight.
They fought until they both did sweat,
With swords of temper'd steel;
Until the blood, like drops of rain,
They trickling ^own did feel.
133. Percy has Horn wood.
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"Yield thee, Lord Piercy," Douglas said;
"In faith I will thee bring.
Where thou ahalt high advanced be
By James, our Scottish king.
" Thy ransom I wiU freely give,
And thus report of thee,
Thou art the most couragions knight
That ever I did see.
" No, Douglas," quoth Earl Piercy then,
" Thy proffer I do scorn ;
1 will not yield to any Scot
That ever yet was born,"
With that, there came an arrow keen
Out of an English bow.
Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart,
A deep and deadly blow :
Who never spoke more words than these,
" Fight on, ray merry men all ;
For why, my life is at an end.
Lord Piercy sees my fall."
Then leaving life. Earl Piercy took
The dead laan by the hand ;
And said, " Earl Douglas, for thy life
Would I had lost my land !
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" Christ ! my very heart doth bleed
With sorrow for thy sake ;
For sure, a more renowned knight
Mischance did never take."
A knight amongst the Scots there waa,
Which saw Earl Douglas dye,
Who straight in wrath did yow revenge
"Upon the Earl Piercy.
Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd,
Who, with a spear most brighf,
Well-mounted on a gallant steed,
Ran fiercely thro' the fight ;
And pass'd the English archers all,
Without all dread or fear,
And through Earl Piercy's body then
He thrust his hateful spear.
With such a veh'ment force and might
He did his body gore,
The spear ran through the other aide
A large cloth-yard, and more.
So thus did both these nobles dye.
Whose courage none could stain ;
An English archer then perceiv'd
The noMe earl was slain.
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He had a bow bent in his hand,
Made of a trusty tree ;
An arrow of a cloth-yard long
Up te the head drew he.
Against Sir Hugh Montgomery
So right his shaft he set,
The grey goose-wing that was thereon
In his hearfs blood was wet.
This fight did laat from break of day
Tm setting of the sun ;
For when they rmig the eyening-beU,
The battel scarce was done.
With the Earl Piercy, there was slain
Sir John of Ogerton,
Sir Eobert Eatcliff, and Sir John,
Sir James, that bold baron.
And with Sir Geoi^e and good Sir James,
Both knights of good account,
Good Sir Ralph Eabby there was slain,
Whose prowess did surmount.
187. So. the Curfew bell, usually rung at eight o'clock;
to which Bie modemizer apparently alludes, instead of the
" EyCDBOng bell," or bell for vespers of the origitial author,
before the Reformation. — PEacr.
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For Witheriagton. needs must I wail,
As one in doleful dumps ;
For when his legs were amitten off,
He fought upon his stumps.
And with Eail Douglas, there was sl^n
Sir Hugh Montgomery,
Sir Charles Currel, that from the field
One foot would never fly.
Sir Chaxles Murrel, of Eatcliff, too,
His sister's son was he ;
Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd,
Yet saved could not bee.
And the Lord Maxwell in like wise
Did with Earl Douglas dye ;
Of twenty hundred Scottish spearij
Scarce fifty -five did fiy.
Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,
Went home but fifty-three ;
The rest were slain in Chevy-Chaee,
Under the green-wood tree.
198. " I, BS one ia deep concern, must lamant." The con-
atiTicOon here haa genBrally been raisunderstood.— P.
This phrase may help na to determme the data of the
aothorship of the ballad. "Dolafiil dumps" suggested
nothing ludiEi-oua to ft writer of the age o! Elizabeth, but not
loj^ after become burlesque. The obsetvation is Percy's.
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CHETT-CHACE. :
Next day did many widows come,
Tlieir huabaiida to bewail ;
They wash'd their wounds in brinish tears,
But all would not prevail.
Their bodies, bath'd in purple blood,
They bore with them away :
They kiss'd them dead a thousand times,
When they were clad in clay.
This news was brought (o Edinburgh,
Where Scotland's king did reign.
That brave Ear! Douglas suddenly
Was with an arrow slain.
" leavy news," King James did say ;
" Scotland can witness be,
I have not any captain more
Of such account as he,"
Like tidings to King Henry came.
Within as short a space.
That Piercy of Northumberland
Was slaine in. Chevy-Chace.
"Now God be with him," said our king,
"Sith 'twill no better be;
I trust I have witbin my realm
Five hundred as good as he.
230. Ihey— 0. B.
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" Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say.
Bat I will vengeance take,
And be revenged on them all,
For brave Earl Piercy's sake."
This vow full well the king perfbrm'd,
After, on Humhledown ;
In one day, fifty knights were slain,
With lords of great renown.
And of the rest, of small account.
Did many thousands dye :
Thus endelh the hunting of Chevy-Chace,
Made by the Earl Piercy-
Grod save the king, and bless the land
In plenty, joy, and peace ;
And grant henceforth, that foul debate
'Twist noblemen may cease I
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SIK AKUREW BAETON.
SIR ANDREW BAETON.
From Percy's Reliqwis, ii. Ifl3.
" The transactiona wbich did the greatest honour
to the Eari of Sarrey aad hie femil)' at this time
[a. d. 1511], was their behaviour in the case of
Barton, a Scotch sea-olficer. This gentleman's fether
having snfTered by sea from the Portuguese, he had
obtained letters of marque for Ma two sons to make
reprisals upon the subjects of Portugal. It is ex-
tremely probable, that the court of Scotland granted
these letters with no very honest intention. The
council-board of England at which the Earl of Surrey
held the chief place wasdailj pe-tered with complainta
fi«m the sailors and merchants lihat Barton, who was
called Sir Andrew Baiton under pretence of search-
ing for Portuguese good'j inteiiupted the English
navigation. Heniys aituation at that time rendered
him backward from breaking with Scotland, so that
their eomplaints were but coldly received. The Earl
of Sarrey, however, could not smother his indignation,
but gallanfly declared at the council-board, that while
be had an estate that could furnish out a ship, or a
son that was capable of commanding one, the narrow
Bcas should not be infested.
" Sir Andrew Barton, who commanded the two
Scotch ships, had the reputation of being one of tie
ablest sea officers of his time. By his depredations,
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56 SIR ANDREW BAETON.
he had amassed great wealth, and his ships were very
richly laden. Henry, notwithstanding hia situation,
could not refuse the generous offer made by the Earf
of Surrey. Two shipa were immediately fitted out,
and put to sea yiiib letters of marque, under his two
eons, Sir Thomas and Sir Edward Howard. After
encountering a great deal of foul weather, Sir Thomas
came up nith (he Lion, which was commanded by
Sir Andrew Barton in person ; and Sir Edward came
up with the Union, Barton's other ship [called by
Hall, the Bark of Scotland]. The engagement which
ensued was extremely ohstinate on both ades; but
at last the fortune of the Howarde prevailed. Sir
Andrew was killed, fighting bravely, and encouraging
his men with his whistle, to hold out to the last ; and
the two Scotch ships, with their crews, were carried
into the Eiver Thames [Aug. 2, 1511]." (Guthrie's
Peerage, as c[uofed by Percy.}
An old copy in the precious Manuscript furnished
the foundation for Percy's edition of this noble ballad.
The editor stales that the text of the original was so
incorrect as to require emendations from Haek-letter
copies and ftom conjecture. These emendations,
where they are noted, we have for the most part
disr^arded. We would fkin believe that nothing
except a defect in the manuscript could have recon-
ciled the Bishop to adopting the four lines with which
the ballad now b^ns.
The common, or black-letter copies, are somewhat
abridged as wcU as modernized. One of these is
given in the Appendix.
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BIE ANDKEW HARTON.
THE FIKST PAKT.
When Flora with her fragrant flowers
B«deckt the earth so trim and gaye,
And Neplune with his d^ntje showers
Came to present the monthe of Maye,
King Hemye rode to take the ayre, e
Over the river of Thames past hee ;
When eighty merchant of London came,
And downe they knelt upon their knee.
" yee are welcome, rich merchants.
Good saylors, welcome unto mee ; " ic
They swore by the rood, ttey were saylors good,
But rich merctaata they cold not bee.
" To France nor Flanders dare we pass.
Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare ;
And all for a robber that lyes on the seas, w
Who robbs us of our merchant ware."
King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde.
And swore by the Lord that was mickle of
might,
" I thought he had not beene in the world,
DuFst have wrought England such unright." 20
The merchants sighed, and said, "Alas !"
And thus they did their answer frame ;
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So SIR AffDREW BAKTON.
"He is a proud Scott, that robbs on the seas.
And Sir Andrewe Barton is his name,"
The king lookt over his left shoulder, ss
And an angrye look then looked hee;
" Have I never a lorde in all my realme,
Will feiteh yond traytor unto mee ? "
"Tea, that dare I," Lord Charles Howard
" Yea, that dare I, with heart and hand ; »
If it please your grace to ^ve me leave,
Myselfe will be the only man."
" ThoTi art but yong," the kyng replyed,
" Tend Scott hath numbred manye a yeare : "
" Trust me, my liege. He make him quail, se
Or before my prince I will never appeare."
" Then bowemen and gunners thou shalt have,
And chuse them over my realme so free ;
Besides good mariners, and sLipp-boyes,
To guide the great shipp on the sea." w
The first man tiat Lord Howard chose,
Was the ablest gunner in all the realm,
Thoughe he was threescore yeeres and ten ;
Good Peter Simon was his name.
" Peter," sais hee, " I must to the sea, t
To bring homo a traytor live or dead ;
Before all others I have chosen thee,
Of a hundred gunners to be the head."
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SIB ANDEEW
" If you, my lord, have chosen mee
Of a hundred gunners to be the head,
Then hang me up on your nmne-mast tree,
If I misse my marke one shilling bread."
My lord tliGn chose a boweman rare,
Whose active hands had gained fame ;
In Yorkshire was this gentleman borne,
And William Horseley was his name.
" Horsley," sayd he, " I must with speede
Go seeke a traytor on the sea.
And now of a hundred bowemen brave
To be the head I have chosen thee."
" If you," quoth hee, " have chosen mee
Of a hundred bowemen to be the head,
On your main-mast He hanged bee,
If I miss twelvcscore one penny bread."
With pikes, and gunoes, and bowemen bold,
This noble Howard is gone to the sea ;
With a valyant heart and a pleasant cheare.
Out at Thames mouth sayled he.
And days he scant had sayled three,
Upon the journey he tooke in hand,
But there he mett with a noble shipp,
And stoutely made itt stay and stand.
" Thou must tell me," Lord Howard said,
" Now who thou art, and what's thy name ;
64. fcom the printed copy.
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60 am ANDREW
And shewe me where thy dwelling is,
And whither bound, and whence thou came."
" My name is Heniy Hunt," quoth hee,
With a heavye heart, and a careful! mind ;
" I and my shipp doe bofli belong
To the Newcastle that stands upon Tyne."
" Hast thou not heard, nowe, Henrye Hunt,
As thou hast sayled by daye and by night,
Of a Scottish robber on the seas ;
Men call him Sir Andrew Barton, knight?"
Then ever he sighed, and sayd " Alas ! "
With a grieved mind, and well-away,
" But over-well I knowe that wight ;
I was his prisoner yesterday.
"As I was sayling uppon the sea,
A Burdeaux voyage for to fare.
To his hach-borde he clasped mo,
And robd me of all my merchant ware.
And mickle debts, God wot, I owe.
And every man will have his owno,
And I am nowe to London boimde.
Of our gracious king to beg a boone."
" That shall not need," Lord Howard saia ;
" Lett me but once that robber see.
For every penny tane thee froe
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It sliaU be doubled ahiQinga three."
" Nowe Gode forefead," the mercliant said,
" That you shold seek soe far amisse !
God keepe you out of that traitors hands 1
Full litle ye wott what a man hee is.
" Hee is brasse within, and Steele without,
With beamea on hia topcaatle strouge ;
And eighteen pieces of ordiuaaee
He carries on each, side along.
And he hath a pinnace deerlya dight,
St. Andrewes erosse, that is hia guide ;
His pinnace beareth ninescore men.
And fifteen canons on each side.
" Were ye twentye shippes, and he but one,
I sweare by kirke, tmd bower, and haU,
He wold OTercome them everye one,
If once his beames they doe downe faU."
" This is eold comfort," sais my lord,
" To welleome a stranger thus to the sea :
lar in uae, though perhaps ■onlike ia o
haavy Dolphins made of lead m iron aaed by the Bncient
Greets ; which thay suspended from beams oi yarda faateoBd
to the mast, and whtch the> precipxlately let fall on the
enemies' ships, m eider to sink tkem by beating bolea
throu^ Bie botlomB of then nndeckod tincmi.a, or other-
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Tet He bring tim and his shipp to shore,
Or to Scotland hee shall carrye mee." 150
" Then a noble gunner you must have,
And he must aim well with his ee,
And sinke his pinnace into the sea.
Or else hee never orecome will bee.
And if you chance his shipp to borde, m
This counsel I most ^ve withall,
Let no man to his topcastle goe
To strive fo let his beams downe faJl,
"And seven pieces of ordinance,
I pray your honour lend to mee, i^
On each side of my shipp along.
And I will lead you on the sea.
A glasse lie sett, that may he seene,
Whether yoa sayle by day or night ;
And to-morrowe, I sweare, by nine of the elockc,
You shall meet with Sir Andrews Barton,
knight." 1*5
THE SECOND PART.
The merchant sett my lorde a glasse,
Soe weU apparent in his sight,
And on the morrowe, by nino of the clocke,
He shewed him Sir Andrewe Barton, knight.
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HU Lachebord it was bached with gold,
Soe deerlye dight it daazled the ee ;
" Nowe by my faith," Lord Howarde sais,
" This is B. gaUant sight to see.
" Take in joiir ancyents, standards eke,
So close that no man may them see ;
And put me forth a white willowe wand,
As merchaiitg use to sayle the sea,"
But they stirred neither top nor mast;
Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by;
" What Englfeh churles are yonder," he sayd,
" That can soe litle curtesye ?
" Now by the roode, three yeares and more
I have been admirall over the sea,
And never an English nor Portingall
Without my leave can passe this way."
Then called he forth his stout pinnS,ce;
" Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee ;
I sweare by the masse, yon English ohurles
Shall all hang att my maine-mast tree."
With that the pinnace itt shott off;
Full well Lord Howard might it ken ;
For ilt stroke down my lord's fore-mast.
And killed fourteen of hia men.
" Come hither, Simon," sayes my lord,
13. i. e. did not salute.
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6i SIR ANDREW BARTON.
" Looks that thy word be true, thou said ; ao
For at my main-mast tbou shall hang,
Kfhou misse thy raarke one shilling bread."
Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold ;
His ordinance he iaid right lowe,
He put in chaine full nine yardes long, ^
With other great sliott, [esse and moe.
And he Jette goe his great gunnes shott ;
Soe well he settled itt with his ee,
The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,
He see his pinnace sunlce in the sea. «
And when he saw his pinnace smike,
Lord, how his heart with rage did swell !
" Nowc cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon j
He fetch yond pedlars backe myaell,"
When my lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose, ^
Within his heart hee was full faine ;
" If owe spread your ancjents, strike up drummes,
Sound all your trumpetts out amaine."
" Fight on, my men," Sir Andrewe saia,
" Weale, howsoever this geere will sway ; »
Itt is my lord admirall of England,
Is come to seeke mee on the sea."
Simon had a sonne, who shott riglit well,
That did Sir Andrewe mickle scare ;
In att his decke he gave a shott, m
Killed threescore of his men of warre.
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Then Heniye HubI, with rigour liott,
Came bravely on the other side ;
Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree.
And killed fourscore men beside,
" Nowe, out Silas ! " Sir Andrewe cryed,
" Wliat may a man now thinke or say ?
Yonder merohaHt theefe, that pierceth mee,
He was my prisoner yesterday.
" Come hiUier io me, thou Gordon good,
That aye wast readye att my call ;
1 will give thee three hundred pounds,
If thou wilt let my beames downe fall."
Lord Howard hee theu calld in haste,
" Horselye, see thou be true in stead ;
For thou shalt at the maine-mast hang.
If thou misse twelveseore one penny bread."
Then Gordon swarved the maine-mast tree,
He swarved it with might and maine ;
But HoTseley with a hearing arrowe.
Stroke the Gordon through the braine ;
And he fell unto the baches again.
And sore Lis deadlye wounde did bleede :
Then word went through Sir Andrews men.
How that the Gordon hee was dead.
" Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,
Thou art my only sisters sonne ;
If thou wilt let my beames downe fell,
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G6 I
Six hundred nobles thou hast wonne."
With that he swarved the main-mast tree,
He swarved it with nimble art ;
But Horseley with a broad arrowe
Pierced the Hambilton thorough the heart.
\bA downe lie fell upon the deck.
That with his blood did streame amaiae :
Then every Scott cryed, " Well-away !
Alas a comelye youth is slaine ! "
Al l woe begone was Sir Andrew then,
With griefe and rage his heart did swell;
" Go fetch me foi-tli my armour of proofe,
For I will to the topcastle mysell.
" Gtoe fetch me forth my armour of proofe.
That gilded is with gold soe clears ;
God be with my brother John of Barton !
Against the PortingaLa hee it ware.
And when he had on this armour of proofe.
He was a gallant sight to see ;
All I nere didst thou meet with living wight,
My deere brother, could cope with thee."
" Come hither, Horaeley," sayea my lord,
"And looko your shaft that itt goe right;
Shoot a good shoote in time of need,
And for it thou shalt he made a knight."
8i. pounds. MS.
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" lie shoot my beat," quoth Horseley then, n
" Toot honour shall see, with might and maine
But if I were hailed at your maine-maat,
I have now left but arrowes twaine."
Sir Andrew he did awarve the tree,
"With right good will he swarved then ,
Upon hia breast did Horseley hitt, i
But the arrow bounded back agen.
Then Horseley spyed a privye place,
With a perfect eye, in a eecrette part ;
Under the spole of his right arme
He smote Sir Andrew to the heart. i
" Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes,
"A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine;
lie but iye downe and bleede a while.
And then He rise and fight againe.
Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes,
"And never fliache before the foe ;
And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse,
TJntill you heare my whistle biowe."
They never heard his whistle blow,
Which made their hearts waxe sore adread :
Then Horseley eayd, "Aboard, my loi'd,
For well I wott Sir Andrew's dead,"
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They boarded tiien his nohle ahipp.
They hoarded it with might and maine;
Eighteen score Scots ahve they fouad, im
The rest were either maimed or Blaine.
Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand,
And off he smote Sir Andrewes head;
" 1 must have left England many a daye,
If thou wert ahve as thou art dead." wn
He caused Ida hody to be cast
Over the hatchbord into the sea,
And about his middle three hundred crownes ;
" Wherever tiiou land, this will bury thee."
Thus from the warres Lord Howard came, us
And backe he sayled ore the maine;
With mickle joy and triumphing
Into Thames month he came againe.
Lord Howard then a letter wrote,
And sealed it with seale and ring ; iso
" Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace
As never did subject to a king.
•' Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee,
A braver shipp was never none ;
Nowo hath your grace two shipps of warr, us
Before in England was but one."
166. That is UiB Great HErry, bnilt in 1604, at au espeuBe
of fonrtBBn thousand ponnds. " She was," says Hume,
" prc^ierly speaking, the first ship in the English navy. Be-
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King Heniyes grace with royall cheere
Welcomed the uoble Howard hoiae ;
"And where," said he, " is this rover stout,
That I myselfe may give the doome ? " lo
" The rover, he is safe, my leige,
Full many a fadom in the sea ;
K he were alive aa he ia dead,
I must have left England many a day.
And your grace may thank four men i' tlie ship w
For the victory wee have wonne ;
These are "William Horseley, Heniy Haiit,
And Peter Simon, and his sonne."
" To Henry Hunt," the king then sayd,
" In lieu of what was from thee tane, 37
A noble a day now thou shalt have,
Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne.
And Horseley thou shalt be a fcm'ght,
And Isuids and Uvinga shalt have store;
Howard shall be Erie Surrye hight, "
As Howards erst have beene before.
" Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old,
I will maintaine tliee and thy sonne ;
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70
And the men shall have five hundred mackes
For th.e good service tKey have done." 180
Then in came the queene with ladyes fair,
To see Sir Andrewe Barton, knight ;
They weend that Lee were hrougbt on sHore,
And thought to have seen a gallant sight.
But when they see his deadlye face, i3»
And eyes see hollow in his head,
"I wold give," quoth the king, "a thousand
markea,
This man were alive as hee is dead.
Yett for the manfull part hee playd,
Which fought soe well with heart and hand, '«<•
His men shall have twelvepence a day,
Till they come to my brother kings high land."
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FLODDKN FIELD.
FLODDEN FIELD.
" The battle of Flodden, in Northumberland, was
fimght the 9tli of September, 1D13, being the fifth
year of King Henry the Eighth (who, with a great
army, was then, before Terouen in France), between
Thomas Howard, Earl of Surrey, commander-in-chief
of the English forces, and James the Fourth, King of
Scots, ivith an inferior army of 15,000 men, who were
entirely routed with great slaughter, their heroic sove-
reign being left dead upon the field.
" The following ballad may possibly be as ancient
as any thing we have on the subject. It is ^ven fl-om
The laost pleasant and deleclibls history of John WinoK-
comb, otherwise called Jack of Newberry, written by
Thomas Deloney, who thus spe^s of it: 'In disgrace
of the Scots, and in remembrance of the famoua
atchieved victory, ihe commons of England made this
song, which to thifl day is not foigotten of many.' "
Thb ballad is very evidently not the work of De-
loney, bttt derived by him from tradition.
There is a piece called Flodden Field in Herd's Scot-
tish Songs, i 86. It is made up of certain ridiculous
anonymous verses, and of the stanzas written by Miss
Jane Elliot and by Mrs. Coctburn to the old air The
Flowers of the Forest, — " Tve heard them lilting,"
and " Fve seen the smiling." The first and last Ucea
of the first stanza of Miss Elliot's verses are from an
ancient and now forgotten song.
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72 FLODDEN FIELD.
" I've heard thom lilting at the ewas milking
The Sowers of the forest sra a' -wcde away."
A lady repeated to Sir Walter Seott another frag-
ment of Idle original ballatj.
King Jamie liath made a vow,
Keep it well if he may !
That he will be at lovely London
Upon Saint James hia day.
" Upon Saint James his day at nooa,
At fair London wiE I be,
And all the lords in merry Scotland,
They shall dine there wili me."
Then bespake good Queen Margaret,
The tears fell from her eye :
" Leave off these wars, most noble king,
Keep your fidelity.
" The water runs swift and wondrous dee]
From bottom unto the brim ;
My brother Henry hath, men good enougl
England is hard to win."
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"Away," quoth he, " with this siOy fool !
In prison fast let her lye :
For she is come of the English blood,
And for these words she shall die." ="
With that bespake Lord Thomas Howard,
The Queens chamberlain that day ;
" If that you put Queen Margaret to death,
Scotland shall rue it alway."
Then in a rage King Jamie did say, si
"Away with this foolish mome !
He shall be hang'd, and the other bum'd.
So soon as I come home."
At Flodden-field the Scots came in,
Which made our Englishmen fain ; ao
At Bramsfone-green this battel was seen,
There was King Jamie slain.
Then presently the Scots did fly.
Their cannons they left behind ;
Their ensigns gay were won all away, s
Our souldiers did beat them blind.
To tell you plain, twelve thousand were slain
That to the fight did stand.
And raany a prisoner took that day,
The best in all Scotland. «
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'i QUEEN JEANIE.
That daj made many a fatherless child,
And many a widow poor,
And many a Scottish gay lady
Sate weeping in her bower.
Jack with a fether was lapt all in Jcther,
His boastings were all in vain ;
He had such a chance with [a] new mo
dance,
He never went home again.
QUEEN JEANIE.
Jahb Seymour, queen of Henry VIII., died shortly
after giving birth to Prince Edward (Oct. 1537).
There was a report that the Ccesarian operation had
been necessary to effect the delivery, and on tHs
story the present baUad is founded.
There is a woful ditty on this subject in The Crown
Garland of Golden Roses, Percy Society, vol. vi. p. 29
(or Coliection of Old Sollads, ii. 115). The following
piece is popular throughout Scotland. It is taken
from Kinlooh's Ancient Scoltisk Ballads, p. 116. A
fragment had been previously published in Jamieson'a
Popular Ballads, i. 182. We have added another,
but imperfect, ver^on from a recent publication.
41-44. This stanza is the sixth in, Deloney's copy, and is
there clearly misplaced.
44. sweeping.
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QUEEN JEANIE. 75
QtiEEH Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, travel'd sis weeks
aod more,
Till women and midwiyes hacl quite gi'en her o'er ;
" if ye were women as women should be,
Ye would send for a doctor, a doctor to me ! "
The doctor was called for and set by her bed-
" What aileth thee, my ladie, thine eyes seem so
red?"
" doctor, doctor, will ye do this for me,
To rip up my two sides, and save my habie ? "
" Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, that's the thing I'll
To rip up your two sides to save your babie : " w
Queen Jeanie, Queea Jeanie, travel'd six weeks
Till midwives and doctors had quite gi'en her o'er.
" if ye were doctors as doctors should be,
Ye would send for King Henry, King Henry to
King Henry was called foi", and sat by her bed-
" What aileth thee, Jeanie, what aileth my bride? "
" King Henry, King Henry, will ye do this for
To rip up my two sides, and save my babie ? "
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76 QUEEN JEASIE.
'' Q'lBen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, that's what I'll
To rip up your two siilea to save your babie." m
But with sighing and sobbing she's fallen in a
Her side it was ript up, and her babie was found ;
At this bonie babie's christ'ning there was meikle
joy and mirth,
But bonnie Queen Jeanie lies cold in the earth.
Six and six coaches, and six and six more, ai
And royal King Henry went mourning before ;
two and two gentlemen carried her away,
But royal King Henry went weeping away.
black were their stockings, and black were
their bands,
And black were the weapons they held in their
hajids ; BO
O black wore their mufflers, and black were their
shoes,
And black wore the cheverons they drew on their
They mourned in the kitchen, and they moui'n'd
But royal King Henry moum'd langest of a'.
Farewell to fair England, farewell for e
For the fair flower of England will r
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[ OF QCF.KN JANE.
THE DEATH OF QUEEN JANE.
From Ancient Poems, Ballade, and Sotiys of the
Peaaaatryof Kngland, edited by Eobert Bell, p. 113,
Taken down from the singing of a young gipsy girl.
QuGEN Jane was in travail for six weeks or more,
Till the women grew tired and fein would give
" O women, women, good wives if ye be,
Go send for King Henrie, and bring him to me 1 "
King Henrie was sent for, he came with all
speed, 6
In a gownd of green velvet from heel to the head ;
" King Henrie, King Henrie, if kind Henrie jou
be.
Send for a surgeon, and bring him to mc ! "
The surgeon was sent for, he came with all speed,
Tuagowndof black velvet from heel to the head; m
He gave her rich caudle, but the death-sleep slept
Then her right side was opened, and the babe
The babe it was christened, and put out and
nursed,
While the royal Queen Jane she lay cold in the
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78 THE MUEDEK OP THE KING OF SCOTS.
So black was the mourning, and whit« were the
wands, IS
Tellow, yellow the torches thej- hore in their
hands ;
The bells they were muffled, and mournful did
play,
While the royal Queen Jane she lay cold in the
clay.
Six knighta and eix lords bore her corpse through
the grounds,
Sijc dukes followed after, in black mourning
gownds, 20
The flower of Old England was laid in cold clay,
Whilst the royal King Henrie came weeping
away.
THE MUEDER OF THE KING OF SCOTS.
Rdiques of Aadent E«glM Poeti-^, ii. SIO.
" The catastrophe of Henry Stewart, Lord Dam-
ley, the unlorkmate Imsband of Mary Queen of Scots,
is tlie subject of this ballad. It is here related in that
paJlial imperfect manner, in which snch an event
would naturally strike the subjects of another king-
dom, of which he was a native. Henry appears to
have been a vain, capricious, worthless young man.
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of weak nnderstanding, and dissolnte morals, Bnt
the beauty of his p r-on and the 'n \perience of his
youth, would diapo mank ad t tr at him witli an
indulgence, wMeh th u Ity t h murder would
aftenrards conTert mt th m t lender pity and
regret ; and then in nati n w uld not fail to adorn
his memory with all th se -tu h ought to have
" Damley, who had been horn and educated in
England, was but in his 21st year when he was mur-
dered, Feb. 9, 1567-8. This crime was perpetrated
by the Earl of Eothwell, not out of respect to the
memory of Riecio, bat in order to pave the way for
his own marriage with the queen.
" TTuiS ballad (printed, with a few corrections, from
the Editor's folio MS.) seems to have been written
soon after Mary's escape into England in 1568, see
T. 65. — It will be remembered, at v. 5, that this
princess was Queen Dowager of France, having been
first married ta Francis K., who died Doc. 4, 1660. —
Percy.
"WoF. worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlkide !
For thou hast ever wpought by sleight ;
The worthyest prince that ever was borne,
Ton hanged under a cloud by night.
The Queene of France a letter wrote.
And sealed itt with harte and ringe ;
And bade him come Scotland within,
And shee wold marry and crowne hira kinge.
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80 THE MUBDEE OF THE KING OF SCOTS.
To be a king is a pleasant thing,
To bee a prince unto a peere : lo
But you have heard, and soe have I too,
A man may well buy gold too deare.
There was an Italyan in that place,
Was as well beloved as ever was hee,
Lord David [Eizaio] was his name, b
ChamberJaJne to the queene was hee.
If the king had risen forth of his place,
He wold have sate him downe in the eheaxe,
And tho itt beseemed him not so well,
Altho the kinge had beene present there. ao
Some lords in Scotlande waxed wrothe,
And quarrelled with him for the nonce ;
I shall you tell how it befell.
Twelve daggers were in him att once.
When the queene saw her chamberlaine was
slaine, n
For him her faire cheeks shee did weete,
And made a vowe, for a yeare and a day
The king and shoe wold not come in one sheete.
Then some of the lords they waxed wrothe,
And made tieir vow all vehementlye, so
For the death of the queenes chamberlaine,
The king himselfc, how he siiali dye.
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THE MURDER OP THE KING OP SCOTS. 81
With gun-powder they strewed his roome,
And layd greene rushes in his way ;
For the traitors thougbt that very night as
This worthye king for to betray.
To bedd the king he made him bowne;
To take his rest was his desire ;
He was noe sooner cast on sleepe,
But his chamber was on a biasing fire. «
Up he lope, and the window brake,
And hee had thirtye foote lo tall ;
Lord Bodwell kept a privy watch,
Underneath his castle wall.
" Who have wee here ? " Lord Bodwell sayd ; «
" Now answer me, that I may know."
" King Henry the eighth my uncle was ;
For his sweete sake some pitty show."
" Who have we here?" Lord Bodwell sayd;
" Now answer me when I doe speake." »
" Ah, Lord Bodwell, I know thee well ;
Some pitty on me I pray thee take."
" lie pitty thee as much," he sayd,
"And as much favor show to thee.
As thou didst lo the queenes chamberlaine, i*
That day thou deemedst him fo die."
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82 THE RISIHO IN THE NORTH.
Ttrougli halls and towers the king ttey ledd,
Througli towers and castles that were nye,
Through an arbor into an orchard,
There on a peare-tree hanged him hye.
When the governor of Scotland heard
How that the worthye king was slaine,
He peraued the queen so bitterlje,
That in Scotland shee dare not
But shee is fledd into merry England,
And here her residence hath taine,
And thi'ougli the Queene of Englands grace,
In England now shee dofh r
THE ElSmG IN THE NORTH.
Parey's Sdiques, i. 2S6,
The subject of tiiis ballad is the insurrection of the
Earla of Northumberland and ffestmorelajid, in the
twelfth year of Queen Elizabeth, 1569.
These two noblemen were the leaders of the Cath-
olic party in the North of England, and interested
themselves warmly in rariona projects to restore Mary
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Stuart to ter liberty. When a marriage was proposed
between the Dvike of Norfolk and the Scottish Queen,
they, with rnaiiy of the first persona in the kingdom,
entered zealously into the echeoie, having the ulterior
view, according to Hume, of placing Mary on the
throne of England. Norfolk endeavored to conceal
his plans from Elizabeth, unlit he should form a com-
bination powerful enough to extort her consent, but
the Qneen received information hetimcs, and commit-
ted the Dalce to the Tower. Several of his abettors
were also taken into custody, and the two Northern
Earls were summoned to appear at court, to answer
to the charge of an intended rebellion. They had
proceeded too far to trust themselves willingly in the
hands of their enraged sovereign, and the summons
precipitated them into an insurrection for which they
were not prepared. They hastily gathered their
followers, and published a manifesto, in which they
declared that they maintained an unshaken alle^ance
to the Queen, and sought only to reestablish the
reiigion of their ancestors, and to restore the Duke
(rf Norfolk to liberty and to the Queen's favor.
" Their common banner (on which was displayed
the cross, together with the five wounds of Christ,)
waa borne by an ancient gentleman, Riclvard Norton,
E!sq., of Norton-Conyers : who with his sons (among
whom, Christopher, Marmaduke, and Thomas, are
expressly named by Camden) distinguished himself
on this occasion. Having entered Durham, they tore
the Bible, &c., and caused mass to be said there; they
then marched on to Clifibrd Moor near Wctherbje,
where they mustered their men. Their intention waa
\o have proceeded on to York; but, altering their
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84 THE RISING IN THE NOETH.
minds, they fell upon Barnard's castle, wiicli Sir
Geoi^e Bowea held out against them for eleven days."
— Pbkct.
The insurgenta' army amounted to about six thou-
sand men. The Earl of Snaaes, supported by Lord
HuQsdon and others, marched against them with
seven thousand, and the Earl of Warwick with still
greater forces. Before these superior numbers the
rebels dispersed without striking a blow. Northum-
berland fled to the Scots, by whom, aa we shall see
in the next ballad, he waa betrayed (o Bliaabeih.
The Earl of Westmoreland escaped to Flanders, and
died there in penury.
Another outbreak following close upon the above
■was suppressed by Lord Hunsdon. Great cruelties
were exercised by the victorious party, no less than
eight hundred having, it is said, suffered by the hands
of the e.
The ballad was printed by Percy from two MS.
copies, one of Ifcein in the editor's folio collection.
" They contained considerable variations, out of which
such readings were chosen as seemed most poetical
and consonant to history."
" The Fate of the Nortons," we need hardly say,
forms the subject of Woi-dsworth's W/dle Doe of
Ryhtom.
Listen, lively Jordiings all.
Lithe and listen unto mee,
Ajid I will sing of a noble carle,
The noblest earle in the north countrie.
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Earle Percy is into his garden gone.
And after him walkes his feire ladie :
" I heard a hird sing in mine eare,
That I roust either fight or flee."
" Now heaven forefend, mj dearest lord,
That ever such harm should hap to thee ;
But goe to London to the court,
And faire fell truth and honestie."
" Now nay, now nay, my ladye gay,
Alas ! thy counsel! suits not mee ;
Mine enemies prevail so fast,
That at the court I may not bee."
" goe to the court yet, good my lord,
And take thy gallant men with thee ;
If any dare to doe you wiving.
Then your warrant they may bee."
" Now nay, now nay, thou lady faire,
The court is full of aubtiltie ;
And if I goe to the court, lady,
Never more I may thee see."
" Yet goe to the court, my lord," she sayes,
"And I myselfe will ride wi' thee :
At court then for my dearest lord,
Hia faithfull borrowe I will bee."
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86 THE KISING IN THE NORTH.
Now nay, now nay, my lady deare ;
Fai- lever had I lose my life.
Than leave among my cruell foes
My love in jeopardy and strife.
" But come thou hither, my little foot-page,
Come thou hither unto mee ;
To maister Norlon thou must goe
In all the haste that ever may bee.
" Commend me to that gentleman,
And beare this letter here fro mee ;
And say that earnestly I praye.
He will ryde in my companie."
One while the little foot-page went,
And anotlier while he ran ;
Untill he came to his journeys end
The httle foot-page never blan.
When to that gentleman he came,
Down he kneeled on his knee,
And tooke the letter betwixt his hands,
And lett the gentleman it see.
And when the letter it was redd
Afibre that goodlye company e,
I-wis, if you the trathe wold know,
There was many a weepynge eye.
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He sayd, " Come hither, Christopher Norton,
A gallant youth thou seemst to bee ;
What doest thou counsell me, my aonne,
Now that good erle's m jeopardy?" s
" Father, my counsclle's fair and free ;
That erle he is a noble lord,
And whatsoever to him you hight,
I wold not have you breake your word." <"
" Gramercy, Christopher, my sonae.
Thy counsell well it liketh mee.
And if we speed and scape with ]ife,
Well advanced shalt thou bee."
" Come you hither, mine nine good sonnes, as
Gallant men I trowe you bee :
How many of you, mj children deare,
Will stand by that good erle and mee ? "
Eight of them did answer make.
Eight of them spake hastilie, ro
" father, till the daye we dye
We'll stand by that good erle and thee."
65. The Aot of Attainder, 13th Elizabeth, only mentions
Eichord N<n^on, the father, and seeen sons, and in " n list of
the rebels in tlie Inte NoHhern rebellion that ave fled beyond
eeas," the same seven sons are named. Richard !Nortj)D,
the father, waa living long after the reballion In Spanish
Flanders. See Sharp*s Bisliopnck Gti^lasidj p. 10.
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88 THE RISING IN THE NORTH.
" Gramercy now, my children deare,
Tou eliowe yourselves right bold and brave ;
And whethersoe'er I live or dye,
A fathers blessing you ehal have."
" But what sayst thou, Francis Norton?
Thou art mine oldest sonn and heire ;
Somewhat lyes brooding in thy breast ;
Whatever it bee, to mee declare."
Tour head is white, your bearde is gray ;
It were a shame at these your yearee
For you to ryse in such a fray."
" Now fye upon thee, coward Frauds,
Thou never leamedst this of mee ;
When liiou wert yong and tender of age,
Why did I make soe ranch of thee?"
" But, father, I will wend with you,
Unarm'd and naked will I bee ;
And he that strikes against the crowne,
Ever an iU death may he dee."
Then rose that reverend gentleman.
And with him carae a goodlye band,
To join with the brave Erie Percy,
Aad all the flower o' Northumberland.
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With them the nohle Nevill came,
The erle of Westmorland was hee :
At Wetherbye they mustred their host,
Thirteeu thousand faire to see.
tord Westmorland his ancyent raisde,
The Dun Bull he rays'd on hye,
And three Dogs with golden collars
Were there sett oat most royallye,
Erie Percy there his ancyent spred,
Tho Halfe-Moono sMning all soe faire :
102. Tho supporlara of tho Nevillea Earls ol
land were two bulls argant, duoally collar'd gold, armed or,
&o. But I have not discovered the devioB mentioned in
the liallad, among the badges, &c., given by that hoose.
This howmar is certain, that, among those of the Nevilles,
Lord AbargavBimy (wh w tlh mfnlj) a dnn
cow with a golden Uai d li N vill f Chjte
Yorkshire (of the W tra land b h) ga f th
crest, in 1513, a dog (gr yb und ) h ad aaa i — & tb t
it is not improbable btCblesNill tl uh ppy Ead
of Westmoreland h m ti d m gbt thi xj a«i n
give the above devlo h bann —Aft all. Id mi
Btrel'B verses here may have undergone ,onie cormpti n, for,
in another ballad in the same folio MS., and apparently
mitten by the same hand, containing the sequel of this Lord
Westmoreland's history, his banner is thns described, more
conformable t* his known bearings i
" Sett me «p jnj fain Dun BtiU,
WUh Gilden Somes, hee bearea a2 eoe liye,"~~P.
106. The Silver Crescent is a well-known crest or badge
of the Morthumberland family. It was probably brought
home from some of the ovuaades against the Sacaiens. — P.
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90 THE RISING IN THE NORTH.
The Nortons ancyent had the crosse,
And the five wounds our Lord did beare.
Theu Sir George Bowes he atrsutwaye rose,
After them some spoyle to maie ;
Those nohle erles turii'd backe againe,
And aye they vowed that knight to take.
That baron he to his casfle fled
To Barnard castle then fled hee ;
The uttermost walles were eathe to win,
The earles have won them presenile.
Tho uttermost walles were lime and bricke,
But thoughe they won them soon anone,
Long e'er they wan the innermost walles,
For they were cut in rocke of stone.
Then newes unto leeve London came.
In aU the speede that ever might bee,
And word is brought to our i-oyall queene
Of Ihe rysiug in the North cotmtrie.
Her grace she turned her round about,
And like a rojall queene shee swore,
" I will ordayne them such a breakfast,
As never was in the North before."
Sliee caua'd thirty tliousand men be rays'd.
With horse and hameis faire to see ;
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She caused thirty thousand men he rsused,
To take the earles i' th' North countrie.
Wi' them the false Erie Warwick went,
Th' Erie Sussex and the Lord Hunsden ;
Until] they to Tofke castle came,
I-wiss they never stint ne blan.
Now apred thy ancyenfj Westmorland,
Thy dun bull faine would we spye :
And thou, the Erie o' Northumberland,
Now rayae thy half moone up on hye.
But the dun bulle ia fled and gone,
And the halfe moone yaniahed away :
The erlea, though they were brave and bold,
Against soe many could not stay.
Thee, Norton, wi' thine eight good aonnes.
They doom'd to dye, alas for ruth !
Thy reverend lockes tbee could not save.
Nor them their faire and blooming youthe.
Wi' them full many a gallant wight
They cruellye bereav'd of life r
And Eoany a childe made fatherlease,
And widowed many a tender wife.
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NOKTIIUHBEELAND
NORTHUMBBRLASD BETRAYED BY
DOUGLAS.
Percy's Reliqma, i. 236.
The Earla of Northumberland and WeatmorelMid,
after the dispersion of their forces took refiige with
the Scots on the Borders. The Elliofs drove them
froto Liddesdale, and they sooght the protectioa of
the Armstrongs in the Debatable Land. Worthum-
berland took up his residence with a man of that tribe
called Hector of Harlaw, reljing on his pljghtod faith
and on his gratitude for many past favors. By this
nuBcreant the Earl was betrayed for money to the
Regent Murray. He was confined in Lochlevea
Castle until 1572, when he was handed over to Lord
HunEden, aud eseciited at York.
We are assured that this Hector, who had been
rich, fell into poverty after his tveachery, and became
so infamous that "to take Hector's cloak" was a
proverb for a man who betrayed his friend.
In Hnkerton's Poems from the Maidand MS.
(pp. 319-234) are three bitter invectives on (his sub-
ject. In one of these we are told that the traitor
Eokie of Harlaw s(ud he sold the Bart " to redeem
his pledge," that is, says Scott, the pledge which had
been exacted from him for his peaceable demeanor.
" The interposal of the Witch-Lady (v. 53) " hath
some countenance from history; for, about twenty-five
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BETEAYED BT DOUGLAS. 98
yeara before, the Lady Jane Douglas, Lady Giamis,
mbet of the Earl of Angus, and aearfy related to
Douglas of Lough-leyeo, had suffered death for the
pretended crime of witchcraft; who, it is presumed,
is the witch-lady alluded to in verse 133.
" The following is selected (like the fonner) from
two copies, which contained great variations ; one of
them, in the Editor's folio MS. In the other copy
Bome of the stanzas at the beginning of this ballad
are nearly the same with what in that MS. are made
to begin another ballad on the escape of the Earl of
Westmoreland, who got safe into Flanders, and is
feigned in the ballad to hare undergone a great
variety of adventures." — Pekcy,
" How long shall fortune faile me nowc,
And harrow© me with fear and dread ?
How long ahal! I in bale abide.
In misery my iife to lead ?
" To fall from my bliss, alaa the while !
It was my sore and heavye lott ;
And I must leave my native land,
And I must live a man forgot.
" One gentle Armstrong I doe ken,
A Scot he is, much bound to mee ;
He dwelleth on the Border side,
To him ril goe right privilie."
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94 NORTHDMBERLAND
Tliua did the noble Percy 'plaine,
With a heavy heart and wel-away,
When he with all his gallant men
On Bramham moor had lost the day.
But when he to the Armstrongs came,
They dealt with him all treacherouslye ;
For they did strip that nohle earle,
And ever an ill death may they dye !
False Hector to Earl Murray sent,
To shew him where his guest did hide,
Who sent him fo the Lough-leven,
With William Douglas to abide.
And when he to the Douglas came,
He halched him right courteouslie ;
Say'd, " Welcome, welcome, nohle earle,
Here thou shall aafelye bide with mee."
When he had in Longh-leyea been
Many a month and many a day,
To the regent the lord warden sent,
That hannisht earle for to betray.
He offered him great store of gold,
And wrote a letter fair to see.
Saying, " Good my lord, grant me my boon,
And yield that banisht man to mee,"
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EETRATBI) Br DOUGLAS.
Earle Percy at tiie supper sate,
"With many a goodly gentleman ;
The wylie Douglas then bespake,
And thus to flyte with him began.
" What mates you be bo sad, my lord,
And in your mind so sorrowfullje ?
To-morrow a shootings will bee held
Among the lords of the North countrye.
" The butts are sett, the shooting's made.
And there will be great royaltye ;
And I am. swome into my bille,
Thither to bring my Lord Percys."
" Fll ^ve thee my hand, thou gentle Douglas
And here by my true feith," quoth hco,
" If thou wilt ryde to the worldes end
I will ryde in thy companye,"
And then bespake a lady faire,
Mary a Douglas was her name ;
" You shall byde here, good English loriJ,
My brother is a traitorous man.
" He is a traitor stout and stronge,
As I tell you in privitie ;
For he hath tane liverance of the erle,
Info England nowe to 'liver thee."
59, Of tha Earl of Morton, the Regent,— P-
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9G NORTHUMBEKLAND
" Now nay, now nay, tliou goodlj lady,
Tlie regent is a noble lord :
Ne for the gold in all EnglAnd
The Douglas wold not break his woi-d.
" WLea the regent was a banisht man, «
With me he did faJre welcome find ;
And whether weal or woe betide,
I still shall find him troe and kind.
" Between England and Scotland it wold breake
And ftiends againe they wold never bee, ro
If they shold 'hver a banisht erle,
Was driyen out of Lis own countrie."
"Alas! alas! my lord," she sayes,
" Nowe miokle is their traitorie ;
Then lett my brother ryde his wayes, u
And tell those English lords from tbee,
" How that you cannot with him ryde,
Because you are in an ile of the sea,
Then ere my brother come againe,
To Edenborow castle lie carry thee. so
78. i. e. Lake of Leven, which hath ooinniunici
the sea. Edinburgh was at that time in tha tisui
opposil* feelion.— P.
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BY D0UGL43.
"To the Loi-d Hume I will tliee bring;
He is well knowne a tiMie Scots lord,
And he wili lose botii land and life,
Ere he with thee wiU break his word."
" Much is my woe," Lord Percy sayd,
" "When I thinke on my own countrie,
Wlien I thinke on the heavye happe
My friends have suffered there for mee,
" Much is my woe," Lord Percy sayd,
"And sore those wars my minde distresses
Where many a widow lost her mate,
And many a child was fatherlesse.
"And now that I a banisht man
Shold bring such evil happe with mee,
To cause my fairs and noblo ft'ionds
To be suspect of freacherie,
" This rives my heart with double woe ;
And lever had I dye this day,
Than thinke a Douglas can be false,
Or ever he will his guest betray,"
" If you'E give me no trust, my lord,
Nor unto mee no credence yield.
Yet step one moment here aside,
lie showe you all your foes in field."
TOT., vn. 7
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98 KOBTHUMBRKLAND
" Lady, I never loved witdicraft, '«
Never dealt in privy wyle ;
But evermore held the high- way e
Of truth and honour, free from guile."
" If you'll not come yourselfe, my lorde,
Yet send your chamberlaine with mee , ""
Let me but speak, three words with him,
And he shall come again to thee."
JamcB Swyn d w tl th 1 1 dy went,
She showed hun tl h he weme of her ring
How many En 1 h 1 da h re were us
Waiting fo I m t d him.
"And who walk } d my good lady.
So royally y n 1 ^ ne ? "
" yonder is the Lord Hunsden ;
Alas ! hell doe you drie and teene." ia»
"And who beth yonder, thou gay ladye.
That walkes so proudly him beside ? "
" That is Sir William Drury," shee sayd,
"A keene captaine hoe is and tryde."
" How many miles is itt, madkme, isb
Betwixt yond English lords and mee ? "
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BETKA.YED BY I>OU&LAS.
" Marry, it is thrice fifty miles,
To sails to them upon the eea.
" I never was on English ground,
Ne never sawe it with mine eye,
But as my booli it sheweth meo,
And through ray ring I may descrye,
" My mother ahee was a witch laiiye.
And of her skille she learned mee ;
She wold let me see out of Lougli-leven
What they did in London citie,"
" But who is yond, thou lady faire,
That looketh witi sic an austeme face ? "
" Yonder is Sir John Foster," quoth sliee,
" Alas ! he'll do ye sore disgrace."
He pulled his batt downe over his browe ;
He wept, in his heart he was full of woe ;
And he is gone to his noiile lord,
Those sorrowful tidings him to show.
" Now nay, now nay, good James Swyn^rd,
I may not believe that witch ladle ;
The Douglasses were ever true,
And they can ae'er prove false to mee.
139. Warden of the Middb-march.— P.
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100 NOETHTJMBEKLANr)
" I have now in Lough-lsYen been
The moat part of these years three,
Tett have I never had noe outralte,
Ne no good games that I eold see,
" Therefore I'll to yond shooting wend,
As to the DoQglaa I have hight :
Betide me weale, hetide me woe,
He ne'er shall find my promise light."
He writhe a gold ring from his finger,
And gave itt to that gay ladie :
Sayea, " It wag all that I cold save,
In Harlcy woods where I cold hee."
"And wilt fiou goe, thou noble lord ?
Then farewell truth and honestie.
And farewell heart, and farewell hand.
For never more I shall thee see."
The wind was faire, the boatmen call'd,
And all the saylors were on horde ;
Then William Douglas took to his boat,
And with him went that noble lord.
Then he cast up a silver wand,
Says, " Gentle lady, fare thee well i "
The lady fett a sigh soe deep,
And in a dead swoone down shee fell.
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BETKATED BY DOUGLAS. 101
" Now let US goe back, Douglas," lie sayd,
" A sickness hath taken jond fiiire ladle ;
If ought befall jond lady but good, >"
Then blamed for ever T shall bee,"
" Come on, come on, my lord," he sajes,
" Come on, come on, and let her bee ;
There's ladyea enow in Lougb-leven
For fo eheere that gay ladle." i»"
" If you'll not tame yourself, my lord,
Let me goe with my chamberlaine ;
We will but comfort that faire lady,
And wee will return to you againe."
" Come on, come on, my lord," he sayes, i»
" Come on, come on, and let her bee }
My sister is eraftye, and wold beguile
A thousand such as you and mee."
" When they had aayled My myle,
Now fifty mile upon the sea, i*
Hee sent liis man to ask the Douglas,
When they shold that shooting see."
" Faire words," quoth he, " they make fooles faine,
And that by thee and thy lord is seen ;
You may hap to thinke itt soone enough, i»
Ei'e you that shooting reach, I ween."
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102 NORTHUMBEKLAND, ETC.
Jamye his hatt pulled over his browe,
He thought his lord then was betraj'd ;
And he is to Erie Percy againe,
To tell him what the Douglas sayd. a*
" Hold upp thy Lead, man," quoth his lord,
" Nor therefore lett thy courage fayle ;
He did it hut to prove thy heart,
To see if he cold make it quail."
When they had other fifty sayld, aw
Other fifty mile upon the sea.
Lord Percy called to Douglas himselfe,
Sayd, " What wilt thou nowe doe with mee?"
" Loolte that your brydle be wight, my lord.
And your horae goe swift as shipp att sea ; s"
Looke that your spurres bo bright and eharpe.
That you may pricke her while shee'll away."
" "What needeth this, Douglas f " he sayth ;
" What needest thou to flyte with mee ?
For I was counted a horseman good ai
Before that ever I mett with thee.
" A felse Hector hath my horse.
Who dealt with mee so treafiherouslle ;
A false Armstrong hath my spurres.
And all the geere belongs to mee." a
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KING OF SCOTS, ETC.
When they had sayled other fifty mile.
Other fifty mile upon the sea,
They landed low hy Berwicke side,
A deputed laird landed Lord Percye.
Then he at Torke waa doomde to die,
It was, alas! a sorrowful sight;
Thus they betrayed that noble earle,
Who ever was a gallant wight.
KING OF SCOTS AND ANDEEW BROWNE.
From Reliques of Engiiaji Poetry, u. 217.
" This ballad is a proof of the little intercourse
that suhsisced between the Scots and English, before
the acoes^oo of Jamea I. to the crown of England.
The taie which is here so circumataulJallf related,
does not appear to have had the least foundation in
history, bat was probably built upon some confused
hearsay report of the tumults in Scotland during the
minority of that prince, and of the conspiracies formed
by different faclaona to get possession of his person. It
should seem fejm ver. 97 to have been written during
the regency, or at least before the death, of the Earl
of Morton, who was conderemed and executed June 2,
1581 ; when James was in his fifteenth year.
" The original copy (preserved in the archives of
324. fol, MS. reails hnd, and has not tlie following stsinza.
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104 KING OF SCOTS
the Antiqnarifin Society, London,) ia entitled, A new
laUad, declaring the great treason conspired against
the young king of Scots, and boro one Andrew Browne,
an EngHsk^man, which vim iJie king's chaniberlaine,
prevented the sanw. To the tune of Miljield, or els
to Green-sleeves. At the end ia subjoined the name
of the author, W. Elderton. ' Imprinted at London
for Tarathe James, dwelling in Newgate Market, over
against Ch. Church,' in black-letter folio."— Fekcy.
This ballad was licensed to James on the 30th of
May, 1581.
Out alas ! what a griefe is this,
That princes subjects cannot be true.
But still the deyiU hath some of his,
"Will piay their parts whatsoever ensue ;
Forgetting what a grievous thing »
It is to offend the anointed king!
Alas for woe, why should it be so?
This makes a sorrowful heigh ho.
In Scotland is a bonnie kinge.
As proper a youth as neede to he, lo
Well given to every happy thing,
That can be in a kinge to see :
Tet that unluckie country still,
Hath people given to eraftie will.
Alas for woe, &c. "^
On Whitsuii eve it so befell,
A posset was made to give the king.
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"Whereof his ladie nurse iiard tell,
And that it was a poysoned thing :
She crjed, and called piteouslie,
" Now help, or else the king shall die ! "
Alas for woe, &c.
One Browne, thai was
And hard the ladies piteous erye,
Out with his aword, and besfir'd liim than, as
Out of the doores in haste to flie ;
But all (he doores were made so fast.
Out of a window he got at last,
Alas for woe, &c.
He met the bishop eoroing fast, aa
Having the posset in his hande ;
The sight of Browne made him aghast,
"Who bad him stoutly stale and stand.
"With him were two that ranne awa,
For feare that Browne would make a fray. ss
Alas, for woe, &c,
" Bishop," quoth Browne, " what hast thou there ? "
" Nothing at all, my friend," sayde he,
" But a posset to make the king good cheere."
" la it so ? " sayd Browne, " that will I see. *
First I will have thyself begin,
Before thou go any ftirther in ;
Be it weale or woe, it shall be so.
This makes a sorrowful heigh ho."
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Tbe bishop sayde, "Browne, I doo know, «
Thou art a young man poore and hare ;
Livings on thee I will hestowe ;
Lut me go on, take thou no care."
" No, no," quoth Browne, " I will not be
A traitour for all Chriatiantie : »
Happe well or woe, it shall be so.
Drink now with a sorrowfull," &V.
The bishop dranke, and by and by
His belly burst and he fell downe :
A just rewarde for his traiterj ! ra
"This was a posset indeed," quoth Brown.
He serched the bishop, Mid found the keyes,
To come to the kinge when he did please.
Alas for woe, &c.
A.S soon as the king got ■word of this, «o
He humbly fell uppon his knee.
And praysed God that he did misse
To tast of that extremity :
For that he did perceive and know,
His cler^e would betray him so : m
Alas &r woe, &c.
"Alas," he said, " unhappie realme,
" My father, and grandfather slaine :
87. His fatlier was Henry Lord Danilay, His grEuidfatlier,
tlie old Eml of Lenox, regent of Scotlund, luid Rither of Lord
Dmnley, was mnrderedat SMrlicg, Sept. 5, 1671. — P.
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Mj mother lianisheil, estreame
Unhappy fate, and bitter bayne I
And now like treason wrought for me —
What more unhappie realrae can he ! "
Alas for woe, &c.
The king did call his nurse to his grace,
And gave her twenty poundes a yeere ;
And tfustie Browne too in like case.
He knighted him with gallant geere,
And gave him lands and hvings great,
For dooing such a manly feat,
As he did showe, to the bishop's woe,
"Which made, &c.
When all this treason done and past
Tooke not effect of traytery,
Another treason at the last,
They sought against his m^estie ;
How they might make their kinge away
By a privie banket oa a daye.
Alas for woe, &c.
'Another time' to sell the king
Beyonde (he seas they had decreede ;
Three noble Earles heard of this thing,
And did prevent the same with speede.
For a letter came, with such a charme,
That they should doo their king no harme :
For further woe, if they did soe.
Would make a sorrowful heigh lioe.
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108 MART AllBKEE.
The Earle Mourfon told the Douglas then,
" Take heede you do not ofiend the king
But shew yourselvea like honest meu
Obediently in every thing ;
For his godmother will not see
Her noble child misus'd lo be
With any woe ; for if' it be so,
She wiE make," &c,
Grod graunt all subjects may be true.
In England, Scotland, every where.
That no such daanger may ensue,
To put the prince or state in feare:
That God, the highest king, may see
Obedience as it ought to be.
In wealth or woe, God graunt it be sm
To avoide the sorrowful heigh ho.
MAEY AIMBEEE.
Reliqises of AttcietU Ihglisk Poetry, il. 2S0.
"In the year 1584, the Spaniards, under the com-
mand of Alexander Farnese, Prince of Parma, began
to gain great advantages in Flanders and Brabant,
by recovering many strongholds and cilies from the
101, Queeii Eliaabetii.
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109
Hollanders, as Ghent (called then by the English
Gaunt), Antwerp, MecUin, &c. See Stow's Annals,
p. 711. Some attempt made with the assistance of
English volunteers to retrieve the ibrmer of those
places, probably gave occasion to this baUad, I eaji
find no mention of our heroine in hlstoiy, hut the
following rhymes rendered her famous among our
poets. Ben Jonson often mentions her, and calls any
remarkable virago by her name. Sec hia Bpic<Bne,
first acted in 1609, Act 4, sc. 2: his Tale of a Tub,
Act 4, sc. 4 ; and his masque entitled The Forlunate
Isles, 1626, where he ijuotes the very words of the
ballad,
Maky Ambhek,
( Who marched so frea
To tha aiegs of Gannt,
And death eould not daunt,
As the ballad doth vaunt)
Were a braver wight, fee
She is also mentioned in Fletcher's Scornful Lady,
Act 5, sub finem.
" This ballad is printed from a black-letter copy in
the Pepys Collection, improved from the Editor's
folio MS., and by conjecture. The fiill title is, '■'■The
BoIouTOiM acU performed at Gaunt by ike brave bonnie
lass Mary Aiahree, who, in revenge of her lovers death,
did play her part most gallantly. The tune is. The
blind beggar, &c." — Percy.
When cajitaines coiiragious, whom death cold ii
daunte,
Did march to the siege of the cilly of Gaant,
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110 MAEY AMBEEE.
They mu3tred their souldiers hy two and by
three,
And (he formost in battle was Mary Ambree.
When [thej brave Bergeaiit-majoi' was alaine in
her sight, '
Who was her true lover, her joy, and delight,
Because he was alaine most treacherouslio.
Then vowd to revenge him Mary Amhree.
She clothed heraelfe from the top to the toe,
In buffe of the bravest, most seemelye to showe ; w
A faire shirt of male then slipped on ehee :
"Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ?
A belmett of proofe ahee strait did provide,
A strongs arminge-sword shee girt by her side.
On her hand a goodly f^re gauntlett put shoe : is
Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ?
Then tooko shee her sworde and her targett in
g all such, as wold, [to] bee of her band ;
rayte on her person came thousand and three:
Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? ai
" My soldiers," she saith, "soe valliant and bold,
Nowe follows your eaptaine, whom you doe
beholde ;
5. So P. C. Sir Joiiii Major in MS.
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MART AMBREE. Ill
Still formost in battel! myselfe will I bee ; "
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ?
Then cryed out her souldiers, and loude they did
" Soe well thou becomest this gallant aiTay,
Thy harte and thy weapons so well do agi'ee,
Noe mayden was ever like Mary Ambree."
Shee cheared her souldiera, that foughten for life, so
With ancyent and standard, with drum and with fife,
With brave clanging trumpetts, that sounded so
Was not this a brave bonny lasae, Mary Ambree?
" Before I will see the worst of you all
To come into danger of death or of thrall,
Tbia hand and this life I will venture so free : " as
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ?
Shee ledd upp her souldiers in battaile array,
Gainst three times iheyr number by brealte of
the daye ;
Seven howers in skirmish continued shee:
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ? «>
She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shott.
And her enemyea bodyes mih bullets so hott ;
For one of her owne men a score killed shee:
Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree ?
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And when her false gunner, to spoyle her intent, 4s
Away all her pellets and powder had sent,
Straight with her keen weapon shee slasht hini in
Was not this a brave bonny laase, Mary Ambree ?
Being falselye betrayed for lucre of hyrc.
At length she was forced to make a retjre ; w
Then her Bouldiers into a strong castle drew
shee:
Was Eot this a bi-avo bonny lassee, Mary Ambree ?
Her foes they hesett her on everye side,
As thinking close siege shee cold never abide;
To beate down the walles they all did decree ; ss
But stoutlye deffyd them brave Mary Ambree.
Then tooke shee her sword and her targctt in
And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand,
There daring their captaines to match any
what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree! ea
" Now saye, English captaine, what woldest thou
give
To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live ?
Come yield thy selfe quicklye, or slaine thou
Then smiled sweotlye bi-ave Maiy Ambree.
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" Te captaines couragioU3, of valour so liolii, si
Whom thinke you before you now you doe
behold ? "
"A kniglit, sir, of England, and capiaine aoe
Who shortleye with us a prisoner must bee."
" No captmne of England ; heboid in your sight
Two bresls in my bosome, and therfore no
knight: 70
Noe knight, sirs, of England, nor captaine you
But a poor siinpie mayden called Mary Ambree."
" But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare,
Whose valor hath proved so undaunted in warre ?
If England doth yield such brave mayden as thee.ri
Full well may they conquer, faire Mary Ambree."
The prince of Great Parma heard of her renowne
Who long had advanced for Englands faire
crowne ;
Hee wooed her and sued her his mistress to
bee.
And oficrd rich presents to Mary Ambree. so
But this virtuous mayden despised them all ;
" He nere sell my honour for purple nor pall;
A mayden of England, sir, never will bee
The whore of a monarcke," quoth Mary Ambree
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Then to her owne country shee Laoke did returne, «
Still holding tie foes of faive England in seome;
Therfore English caplaines of every degree
Sing forth the bra^e valours of Mary Amhree.
BKAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY.
Percy's Sdigues, ii. 235.
'IPrregeine Eertie, Lord Willougliby of Eresby,
had, in the year 1586, dietinguished himself at the
siege of Zutphen, in the Low Countries. He was the
year after made general of the Engiish forces in the
United Provinces, in room of the Earl of Leicester,
who was recalled. This gave him an opportonity of
Bignaljzing his courage and military skill in several
actions i^nst the Spaniards. One of these, greatly
exa^erated by popular report, is probably the subject
of tJiis old ballad, which, on acconnt of its flattering
encomiums on English valour, hath always been a
favourite with the people.
" Lord Willoughbie died in J601.— Eodi Norris and
Turner were fatuous among the military men of that
" The subject of this ballad (which is printed from
an old black-ietter copy, with some conjectural emen-
dations) may possibly receive illustration from what
Chapman says in the dedication to his version, of
Homer's Frogs and Mice, concerning the brave and
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memorable retreat of Sir John ITorris, ■with only 1000
men, tliroQgii the whole Spanish, army, under the
Duke of Parma, for three mUee tc^ether." Pbkct.
Lord Willoughby was son of ttat Dncheaa of Suf-
folk, whose extraordinary adrentures, while in exile
on the conlinent during the reign of Qiieen Mary,
are the euhject of an often-printed ballad called the
Duekess of SuffoWs C<dam^y. See Strange Histories,
Percy Sodety, iii. 17, and the Appendix to fhia vol-
The fifteenth day of July,
With glistering spear and shield,
A famous fight in Flandera
Was foughten in tte field :
The most couragious officers
Were English captains three ;
But the bravest man in battel
Was brave Lord Willojjghbey.
The next was Captain Norris,
A valiant man was hee ;
The other Captain Turner,
From field would never flee.
With fifteen hundred fighting men,
Alas 1 there were no more.
They fought with fourteen thousand then.
Upon the bloody shore.
" Stand to it, noble pikemen,
And look you round about ;
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b BKA.VB LORD WILLOUGHBET,
And shoot you right, you how-men,
And we win keep them out.
You muaquct and cahver men,
Do you prove true to iiie :
I'le be the formost man in flght,"
Saya brave Lord Willoughbey.
And then tlie bloody enemy
They fiercely did assail,
And fought it out most furiously,
Not doubting to prevail.
The wounded men on hoth sides fell,
Most pitious for to see,
Tet nothing could the courage queU
Of brave Lord Willoughhey.
For seven hours, to all mens view,
This fight endured sore.
Until our men so feeble grew
That they could flght no more ;
And then npon dead horses.
Full savourly they eat.
And drank the puddle water.
They could no better get.
When they had fed so freely.
They kneeled on the ground,
And praised God devoutly
For the favour they had found ;
And beating up their colours.
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BRAVE LOKD
The flgbt they did renew,
And turning tow'i-ds the Spaniard,
A thousand more they slew.
The sharp sfeel-pointed arrows,
And bullets thick did fly ;
Then did our valiant soldiers
Charge on most furiously:
Which made the Spaniards waver ;
They thought it best to flee ;
They fear'd the stout behaviour
Of brave Lord Willoughbfey.
Then quoth the Spanish general,
" Come, let us march away ;
I fear we shall be spoiled all
If here we longer stay ;
For yonder comes Lord Willoughbey,
With courage fierce and fell ;
He will not ^ve one ravh of way
For all the devils in hell."
And then the fearful enemy
Was quickly put to flight,
Our men persued couragiously,
And caught their forces quite ;
But at [the] last they gave a shout.
Which ecehoed thi'ough the sky ;
" Grod and St. George for England ! "
The conquerers did cry.
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) BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBET.
This news was brought to England
With all the speed might be,
And soon our gracious queen was told
Of this same victory.
" O this is brave Lord Willoughbey,
My love tJiaf ever won ;
Of all fie lords of honour,
'Tis he great deeds hath done."
To the souldiors that were maimed
And wounded in Uie fray,
The queca allowed a pension
Of fifteen pence a day ;
And from all costs ajid charges
She quit and set them free :
And this she did all for the sake
Of brave Lord Willoughbey.
Then courage, noble Englishmen,
And never be dismaid ;
If that we be hut one to ten,
We will not be afraid
To fight with foraign enemies.
And set our nation free :
And thus I end the bloody bout
Of brave Lord Willoughbey,
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THE BOSNY EARL OP MTJKRAl
THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY.
From The Tea-TnUe MiKdlany, \\. 188.
In consequence of a Buspieion that tlie Earl of
Murray had beea party to an attempt of his couan,
the notorious Both well, against the person of the King
(James VL), a commission was issued, for bringing
Murray before fhe sovereign for exanjination. The
arrest was inconsiderately entrusted tw the Earl of
Huntly, Murray's mortal enemy. The young earl
was at that time peacefully residing at Dunnibirsel,
the house of his mother, Lady Downe. Huntly sur-
rounded the place and summoned the inmates to
surrender, and the demand not being complied with,
set fire to the mansion. Murray escaped from the
flames, but was overtaken by his foes and savagely
slEun. The event took place on the night of the 7th
of February, 1592.
The youth, beauty, and accomplishments of the
■victim of this outrage made him a favourite with the
people, and there was a univeraal clamor for revenge.
On the 10th of the month, proclamation was made for
all noblemen and barons, in a great number of shires,
to rise in arms, to join the King for the pursuit of the
Earl of Huntly, who, however, surrendered himself,
and was dismissed, on security for his appearance to
answer for the crime. The moderation of James gave
rise to a scandalous report, that the king countenanced
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120 THE BONNY EARL OF MUEKAT.
the murderer, ont of jealousy for the favor witi whieh
the boaoy earl was regarded by the Queen.
The ballad of Young Waters (toL iii. p. 89) has,
without convincing reasons, been auppoaed to be
founded on the story of the Earl of Murray,
The first of the two pieces which follow is from
Ramsay's Tea-TaUe Miscellany. The second, which
may perhaps be a part of the same ballad, was first
printed in Finlay's coUeclion.
Ye Highlands, and ye Lawlaads,
where have you been?
Tbey have slain the Earl of Murray,
And they laid him on the green.
" Now wae be to thee, Huntly !
And wherefore did you sae ?
I bade you bring him wi' you,
But forbade you him to slay."
He was a braw gallant,
And he rid at the ring ;
And the bonny Earl of Murray,
O he might hae been a king.
He was a braw gallant.
And he phty'd at the ba' ;
And the bonny Earl of Murray
"Was the flower amang them a'.
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He was a braw gallant,
And he plaj'd at the giove ;
And the bonny Earl of Murray,
O he was the Queen's love.
lang will Lis lady
Look o'er the castle Down,
Ere she see the Earl of Murray
Come sounding thro' the town.
THE BONNIE EAEL O' MURRAY.
From Fitiiay'a Scottish Ballads, ii. 21.
" Open the gatoa.
And let him come in;
He is my brother Huntly,
He'll do him nae harm."
The gates they were opent.
They let him come in ;
But fause traitor Huntly,
He did him great harm.
He's ben and ben.
And ben to bis bed ;
And with a sharp rapier
He slabbed him dead.
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i THE BONNIE EAKL <
The lady came down the stair.
Wringing her hands ;
" He has slain the Earl o' Murray,
The flower o' Scotland."
But Huntly lap on his horse,
flade to the king r
" Te're welcome hame, Huntly,
And whare hao ye been ?
" Whare hae ye been ?
And how hae ye sped ? "
" I've killed the Earl o' Murray,
Dead in his bed."
" Foul fa' you, Huntly !
And why did ye so ?
You might have ta'en the Earl o' Murray
And saved his life too."
" Her bread it's to bake,
Her yill is to brew ;
My sister's a widow,
And sair do I rue.
" Her corn grows ripe,
Her meadows grow green,
But in bonny Dinnibristle
I datena be seen."
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OF CALES.
THE WINNING OF CALES.
This is one of many exulting effusions which were
called fortb by the taking of Cadiz (vulgarly called
Galea). The town was ciptured on the 21st of June,
1596, the Earl of Effinghara being high idmiral of the
fleet, and Eases gentral ot the land foices Sir W
Ealeigh, Lord Thomas Howaid, and other di'ibn
gnished soldiers had commands in the txpedition
The prtdse here bestowed on Essex s humanity was
richly deserved, and the bootj taken hj the (onquer
ors is not exaggerated The whole Ions of the Span
iards, in their city and their fleet, was estimated at
twenty millions of ducafc.
We give this hallad from Deloney's &miand of
Good Will, as reprinted by the Percy Society, voL
xjtic p. 113. The (.opj m the Reliques (n. 341),
which was corrected bv the cditoi difti,ro hut shghtly
from the present
LosG had the proud bjianidids
Advanced to conquer us,
Threatening our country
With fire and sword ;
Often preparing *
Their navy most sumptuous.
With all the provision
That Spain could afford.
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Dub a-ilub, dub,
Thus strike the drums,
Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra,
The Englishmau comes.
To the seas presently
"Went our lord admiral,
With knights couragious,
And captMDS fuU good ;
The earl of Essex,
A prosperous general,
With him prepared
To pass the salt flood.
Dub a-dub, &c
At Pljnaouth speedily,
Took they ships valiantly ;
Braver ships never
Were seen under sail ;
With their fair colours spread,
And streamers o'er their head;
Ifow, bra^ng Spaniards,
Take heed of your tail.
Dub a-dub, &c.
Unto Galea cunningly.
Came we most happily.
Where the kings navy
Did secretly ride ;
Being upoa their backs,
g their buts of sack,
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THK -WINNING OF CALIiS.
Ere ihat fbe Spaniards
Our coming descry'd.
Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra,
The Englishman conies ;
Bounce a-boun.ce, hounce a-hounc«,
Off went the guns.
Great was the crying,
Kimning and riding.
Which at that season
Was made at that place ;
""hen beacons were fired,
As need was i-equired ;
To hide their great treasure,
They had little space :
"Alas ! " they cryed,
There you might see the ships.
How they were flr^d feat,
And how the men drown'd
Themselves in the sea ;
There you may hear fhem cry.
Wail and weep piieously ;
When as they saw no shift
To escape thence away.
Dub a-dub, &o,
The great Saint Philip,
The pride of the Spaniards,
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1 THE WINNING OP CALES.
Was burnt to the bottom,
And sunk in tbe sea ;
But the Saint Andrew,
And eko the Saint Matthew,
We took in flght manfully.
And brought them away.
Dub a-dub, &e.
The earl of Essex,
Most valiant and hardy,
With horsemen and footmen
March'd towards the lowii ;
The enemies which saw them.
Full greatly affrighted.
Did fly for their safeguard,
And durst not come dowE.
Dub a-dub, &e.
" Now," quoth the noble earl,
" Courage, my soldiers all !
Fight, and be valiant.
And spoil you shall have ;
And well rewarded all,
From the great to tlie small ;
But look that the women
And children you save."
Dub a-dub, &c.
The Spaniards at that sight.
Saw 'twas in vain to figiil:,
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THE WINNING OF CAI.ES.
Hung up tteir flags of trace,
Tielding the town ;
We march'd iu presently.
Deokiug tte waOa on high
With our Englisli colours,
Which purchas'd renown.
Dub a-dub, &c.
Ent'ring the houses tiien,
And of the richest men,
For gold and treasure
We searcheiS each day ;
In some places we did find
Pye baking in the oven,
Meat at the fire roasting,
And men run away.
Dub a-dub, &c.
Full of rich merchandise.
Every shop we did see.
Damask and sattins
And velvet full fair ;
Which soldiers measure out
By the length of their swords ;
Of all commodities.
Each one hath share.
Dub a-dub, &c.
Thus Cales was taken.
And our brave general
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i SIE JOHN SUCKLINGS CiMPAIGN.
March'd to the market-place,
There he did stand. ■
There many prisoners
Of good account were took j
Many crav'd mercy,
And mercy they found.
Dub a-dub, &c.
When as our general
Saw they delayed time,
And would not ransom
The town as they said,
"With their fair wainscots,
Their presses and bedsteads,
Their joint-stools and tables,
A fire we made :
And when the town burnt in a flame.
With tan-ta-ra, tan-ta-ra-ra.
From thence we came.
SIR JOHN SUCKLING'S CAMPAIGN.
'^ Whbn the ScottJah Covenanters rose up in arms,
and advanced to the English borders in 1639, many
of the courtiers complimented the king by raising
forces at their otm expense. Among these none were
more distinguiahed than the gallant Sir John Snok-
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ling, who raised a troop oF torso, so richly accoutred,
that it ccet him 12,000^ The like expensive equip-
ment of other parts of the army made the king
remark, tliat " the Scots would fight stoutly, if it were
ant for the Englishmen's fine cloaths." Wlien they
came to action, the ru^ed Scots proved more than
a match for the fine showy English : many of whom
behaved remarkably ill, and among the rest this splen-
did troop of 'Sir John Suckling's." Pbrot.
This scoffing ballad, sometimes attributed to Suck-
ling himself, is taken from the Musantm Dslicim of
Sir John Mennis and Dr. James Srnith (p. 81 of
the reprint, Upon Sir John Sucklings most warlike
preparatwns for the Scolish warre). The former is
said by Wood to have been the author. Percy's
copy (Reliques, ii, 811) has one or two different read-
ings. — The first stanza is a parody on John Dory.
SiK John got him an ambling nag.
To Scotland for to ride-a,
With a hunclred horse more, all his own he s'
To guard him on every side-a.
No erranifknight ever went to flght
With balfe so gay a bra,Tado,
Had you seen but his look, you'ld have swo]
Hee'ld have conquer'd a whole armado-
The ladies ran all to the windowes to see
So gallant and warlike a sight-a,
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130 SIH JOHN SUCKLINGS CAMPAIGN".
And as he pass'd hj, they began to cry,
" Sir John, why will you go fight-a ? "
But he, like a cruel knight, spurr*!! on,
His heart did not relent-a ;
For, till he came there, he shew'd no fear; u
Till then why should he repent-a ?
The king (God bless him!) had singular hopes
Of him and all hb troop-a :
The borderers they, as they met him on the way,
For joy did hollow and whoop-a. ™
None lik'd him so well as his own colonel,
Who took him for John de Weart-a ;
But when there were shows of gunning and blows,
My gallant was nothing so peart-a.
For when the Scots army came within sight, so
And aU men prepared to flght-a,
He ran to his tent ; they ask'd what he meant ;
He swore he must needs goe s a.
The colonel sent for him back agen,
To quarter him in the van-a, »
15. For till lie came there, mhat had he to feai';
Or why shouia ha rapent-a? Percy.
22. John de Wert iras a Gennan general of reputation,
anS the terror of tho Fronch in the reign of Lonis XIU.
Hence Ills noma became proTerbiaJ in France, where lie waa
ealiad De Vert. Percy.
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TUB BATTLE 01.^ PHILIPIIAUGH.
But Sic John did swear, lie came not tliere
To be kiU'd the very first man-a.
To cure his fear, he was sent to the rere,
Some ten miles back, and more-a ;
Where he did play at tre trip for hay,
And ne'er saw the enemy more-a.
But now there is peaxie, he's returned to inei
Hia money, which lately he spent-a ;
But hia lost honor must still lye in the dust ;
At Barwick away it went-a.
THE BATTLE OF PHILIPHAUGH.
From Minsirehy of Ote SeodM Border, ii. 111.
By a rapid series of extraordinary -victoriea, (aee
The Haws of Oromdale, and The Battle of Alfm-d in
the Appendix,) Moatrose had subdued Scotland to the
royal arms, from the Grampians to Edinbut^h. After
taWng posBesMOn of the capital, he marched forward to
the frontiers, with the intention of completing the sub-
jugation of the southern provinces, and even of lead-
ing his wDd. array into England to the support of King
Charles, Having traversed the Border, and strength-
ened his army (greatly diminished by the departure
of the Irish and many of the Highlanders) with some
sm^ rwnforcements, Montrose encamped on the IBtli
of September, 1645, at Philiphaugh, a large plain.
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132 THE BATTLE OF PniLIPHAUGH.
separated by the river Ettiick from the town of Sel-
kirk, and extending in an easterly direction from, a
wooded hill, called the Harehead-wood, to a high
ground which fonns the banks of the river Tweed.
Here the infantry were very conveniently disposed,
while the general took up hia quarters with all hia
cavalry at Selkirk, thus interposing a river betn'een
his horse and foot. This extraordinary error, whether
rashness or oversight, was destined to be severely
expiated. The very next morning, the Covenanters,
under General David Lesly, recalled from England by
the danger threatened their cause by the victories of
Montrose, crossed lie Ettrick and fell on the encamp-
ment of the infantry, unperceived by a single scout.
A hopeless discomfiture was the natural consequence.
Montrose, roused by the firing, arrived with a few of
hia cavalry too late to redeem the day, and beheld hia
army slaughtered, or scattered in a retreat in which he
was himself fiun to join. The fruit of all hia victories
was lost in this defeat, and he waa never agtun able
to make head in Scotland against the Covenanters.
The folljwing ballad was first printed by Sir Walter
Scott, with prefatory remarks which we have here
abridged. It is preserved by tradition in Selkirk-
shire, and coincides closely with historical tact.
On Philiphaugh a fray began,
At Hairhead-wood it ended ;
The Scots out o'er the Grseraes they r,
Sae merrily they bended.
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01 PIIILII UAUGH. 133
Sir David ftae the Eoidei cime, '
Wi' heart an' hand came he ;
Wi' him three thousmd bonny Scots,
To bear hmi compsjiy
Wi' him thiee fhouaand viliant men,
A noble sight to see ' '"
A cloud o' mist them weel eonceal'd,
As close as e'er might be.
When they came to the Shaw bum,
Said he, " Sae weel we frame,
I think it is convenient ifi
That we should sing a psalm."
When they came to the Lingly burn.
As daylight did appear,
They spy'd an aged father.
And he did draw them near, 20
" Come hither, aged father ! "
Sir David he did cry,
" And tell me where Montrose lies.
With all his great army."
13. A small atream thiit joins tha EtUick near Selliirk,
n the south side of th« river. S.
16. Variousreadingi'Thntwashoiad takeadram." S.
17. A brook which falls mto tha Etlrick, from the north,
. little above the Shaw burn. S.
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" But first jaii must coma tell to me.
If friends or foea you be ;
I fear you are Montrose's men,
Come frae the north country.
" No, we are nane o' Montrose's men,
Nor e'er intend to be ;
I am Sir David Lesly,
That's speaking unto thee."
"If you're Sir David Lesly,
As I think weel ye he,
I am sorry ye hae bixiugLt io few
Into your company.
" There's fifteen thousand ai'med men
Encamped on yon lee ;
Ye'll never be a bite to them.
For aught that I can see.
" But halve your men in equal parts,
Your purpose to fulfiU ;
Let ae lialf keep the water side,
Tlie rest gae round the hill.
" Your nether party fire must,
Then heat a flying drum;
8T. Montcose's forces amonnted to twelve oi- fifteen 1
red foot, and about n thoiisand cavnliy. Lesly hiid fii
K thousand mea, mostly horse.
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OP PHILIPIIAIIGH. 1.
And. then they'll think the day's their ain,
And frae the trench they'll come
" Then, those that are behind tliem, maun
Gie shot, baith grit and sma' ;
And so, between your armies twa,
Te may make them to fa'."
" O were ye ever a soldier ? "
Sir David Lesly said ;
" yes ; I was at Solway Flow,
Where we were all hetray'd.
"Again I was at curst Dunbar,
And was a pris'ner ta'en ;
And many weary night and day
In prison I hae Hea."
"If ye will lead these men aright,
Rewarded shall ye be ;
But, if that ye a traitor prove,
I'U hang thee on a tree."
" Sir, I will not a traitor prove ;
Montrose has plunder'd me ;
55. It is a strange aiiaohroiilsm, to make tbls aged father
state himself to have been at the battle of Solway Flow,
which was fought a hundred yeajs before Phlliphangh ; and
a stiE stranger, to mention that of Danbar, which did not
lake place till Ave years afler Montrose's defeat. S.
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rOlLJPHADGH.
rU do my best to banish hiin
Away frae this country."
He halved his men in equal parts,
His purpose to fulfill ;
The one part kept the water side,
The other gaed round the hill.
The nether party fired brisk,
Then turn'd and seem'd to rin ;
And then they a' came frae the trench,
And cry'd, " The day's our aia ! "
The rest theD ran into the trench,
And loosed their cannoca a' :
And thus, between his armies tvya,
He made them fast to fa'.
Now let us a' for Lealy pray,
And hia hrave company,
For they hae vanquish'd great Montros*
Our cruel enemy.
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THE GALLANT
THE GALLANT GRAHAMS.
From MmtreUy ofUie &:otSisli Border, ii. ISt
In this lament for the melancholy fate of Montrose
and his heroic companions, it was clearly the humble
minstrel's aim to sketch the chief incidents in the
groat Marquis's career as the champion and the
martyr of Eoyalty. The derangements and omissions
which may be found in the verses aa they now stand
are but the natural effects of time. Tho ballad was
first published in Scott's Minstrelsy, as obtained from
tradition, with enlargements and eorreciions from an
old printed copy (entitled The Gatlanl Grahams of
Scotland) fiirnished by Ritson.
The summer following the rout at PLUiphaugh,
King Charles committed himself to the treacherous
protection of the Presbyterians. They required of
him that his faithful lieutenant should at once disband
bis forces and leave the eounfay. During three years
of exile, Montrose readed at various foreign courts,
either quite inactive, or cultivating the friendship ot
the continental sovereigns, by whom, he was over-
whelmed with attentions and honors. The execution
of the King drew from him a solemn oath " before God,
angels, and men," that he would devote tho rest of his
life to the avenging the death of his master and reestab-
lishing his son on the throne. He recdved fi-om
Charles H. a renewal of his commission as Captain-Gen-
erd in Scotland, and while Charles was treating with
the Commis^onersof tbe Estates concerning his resto-
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ration (negotiations wticli MontroBo regarded with no
favor), Bet out for the Ortnays irilii a few hundred
men, mostly Germans. His coming, even with this
feeble band, struck a great terror into the Estates, and
Lesly was ordered to march against him with four
thousand men. Destitute of horse to bring Him intel-
ligence, Montrose was surprised at Corbiesdale, on the
confines of Eoss-shire, by a body of Covenanting cav-
alry under Colonel Strachan, which had been sent
forward to check hia progress. The whole of his little
army was destroyed or made prisoners. Montrose
escaped from the field after a desperate resistance,
and finally gave himself up to Macleod of Assainf,
who sold him to his enemies for four hundred bolls of
" He was tried," says Scott, "for what was termed
treason against the Estates of the Kingdom; and,
despite the commission of Charles for his proceed-
ings, he was condemned to die by a Pariiament wbo
acknowledged Charles to be their king, and whom, on
that account only, Montrose acknowledged to be a
Parliament
(See Scott's Minstrelsy, Humb, ch. Ix., and Na-
pier's Montrose and the Covenanters.')
Now, fere thee well, sweet Ennerdale
Bailh kith and coiintrie I bid adieu ;
For I maun away, and I may not stay,
To some uncouth land which I never knew.
1. A oomiption of Endrickdale. The principal and most
BDOient possessions of the Montrose family lie along the
water of Endciok, In Dumbai'tocshire. S.
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THE GALLANT GEAHAM3. J 39
To wear the blue I tliiuk It best, '
Of all the colours that I see ;
And ri] wear it for the gallant Grahams,
That are banished from their countrie.
I hare no gold, I have no land,
I have no pearl nor precious alane ; ">
But I wald sell my silken snood,
To see the gallant Grahams come hame.
In Wallace days, when they began.
Sir John the Graham did bear the gree
Through all the lands of Scotland wide : is
He was a lord of the south countrie.
And so was seen full many a time ;
For the summer flowers did never spring.
But every Graham, in armour brighf.
Would then appear before the king. w
They were all drest in armour sheen,
Upon the pleasant banks of Tay ;
6. Abcrat the time whan Montrose first occupied Aber-
deen iless) the Covenanlera began to wear a blue ribbon,
first as a scarf, afterwards iu bunches In their caps. Hence
the phrase of a tras bins Whig. The blue ribbon was one
of ^^ Montroae^s whimsisB,'^ and seems to have been retsun«d
by ills followers (see y, 60) after he had left the Covenanters
for Che king.
14. The &itlifnl friend and adherent of the immortal
WallaoB, aleia at the battle of Falkirk. S.
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Before a king they might be seen,
These gallant Grahams in tlieir array.
At the Goukhead our camp we set, i
Our leaguer down there for to lay ;
And, in the honny summer light,
We rode our while horse and our gray.
Our false commander sold our king
Unto hia deadly enemie, ^
Who was the traitor, Cromwell, then ;
So I care not what they do with me.
They have betray'd our noble prince,
And banish'd Jiim from his royal erown ;
But the gallant Grahams have ta'en in Land )
For to command those traitors down.
In Glen-Prosen we rendezvous'd,
March'd to Glenshie by night and day,
And took the town of Aberdeen,
And met the Campbells in their array. «
Five thousand men, in armour strong.
Did meet the gallant Grahams that day
At Invei'lochie, where war began.
And scarce two thousand men were they.
S7. Glen-Prosen is in Atigus-shire. S.
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THE GiLLANT GRAHAMS. 141
Gallant Montrose, that chieftain bold, »
Courageous in the best degree.
Did for the king fight well that day ;
The Lord preserve his majeslJe I
Nathaniel Gordon, stout and bold.
Did for King Charles wear the blue ; »
But the cavaliers they all were sold,
And brave HarthiE, a cavalier too,
And Newton- Goi'don, burd-alone,
And Dalgatie, both stout and keen.
And gallant Veiteh upon the field, m
A braver face was never seen.
49. Of tha &mily of Gioht in Abei'rteenahire. He was
taken at Philipiiangli, nnd eseonted the Bth of January, JMB.
62. Leith, of Harthill, was a detarminea loyalist, and
hated tho OovenBnfets, by whom he had been severely
53. Newton, for obvious reasons, was a common appella-
Won of an estate, or barony, where a new edifice had been
erected. Hance, foe distinction's sake, it was anciently
oorapoonded wiUi the name of the propcietoTi as, Newton-
Edmonstone, Newton-Don, Newton-Gordon, S,c Of New-
town, I only observe, that be was, like all his elan, i steady
loyaliat, and a follower of Montrose. S.
6*. Sir Francis Hay, of Dalgatia, a steadT cavalier, and
a gentleman of great gallantry and accomph*nientB He
was u fidthM follower of Montrose, and waa talten pnsonei
with him at his last fatal battle. He was condemned to death
with his lllustFlons general. S.
66. 1 presnme this gentleman to have been David Veitoli,
brother to Veitoh of Dawick, who, with naany other of the
PaablsB-sbii-e gentry, was taken at PhUipliaagh. S.
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Now, fare ye weel, Sweet Ennerdale!
Countrie and kin I quit ye free ;
Cheer up your hearts, brave cavaliers,
For the Grahams are gone to High Gerraauy.
Now brave Montrose he went to France, m
And to Germany, to gather fame ;
And bold Aboyne la to the sea, .
Young Huntly is his noble name.
Montrose again, that chieftain bold, m
Back unto Scotland fair he came,
For to redeem fair Scotland's land,
The pleasant, gallant, worlhy Graham !
At the water of Carron he did begin,
And fought the battle to the end; ™
Where there were kill'd, for our noble king,
Two thousand of our Danish men.
Gilbert Menzies, of high degree.
By whom the king's banner was borne ;
64. James, EeitI of Aboyna, who fled to France, and there
died hasrt-brofcen. It is said hia death was aoeelerated bj
the news of King Charles's esecution. Ha became repre-
sentative of the Gordon family (or Young Huntly, as the
ballad expresses it| in eonseqnenoe of the death of his elder
brother, George, who fell in the battle of Alford. 8.
72. Montrose's fbreign auxiliaries, who, by the way, did
not exceed 600 in all. S.
T3. Gilbert Menaies, younger of PitfoddcUs, curried the
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For a brave cavalier was he,
But now to gloiy he is gone
Then ■woe to Strachan, aod Hacket baith !
And, Leslie, ill death may thou die !
For ye have betray'd the gallant Grahams,
Who aye were true (o majestie.
And the L^rd of Aaaaint has seized Monti'os
And had him into Edinburgh town ;
And frae his body taken the head,
And quarter'd him upon a trone.
And Huntly's gone the eelf-same way,
And our noble king is also gone j
He suffer'd death for our nation,
Our mourning tears can ne'er be done.
came, Lord!" Menzias proved himself worthy of this
noble trust, and, obsfinataly refusing quarter, died in defence
of his chargB. Mobihobb's MttitBwi. S.
77. Sir Charles Hackot, an officer in tho service of ihe
85. George Gordon, second Marqnis of Huntlj, one of
the very few nobles in Sooliana wlio had iinifonnly adhered
to the King from the very beginning of the Iroublca, wsa
beheaded by the sentence of the Parliament of Scotland
(BO oalluig themselves) upon the 22d March, 1649, one
mooUi and tiventy-two days after the martyrdom of his
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But our brave young king is now come home,
King Charles the Second in degree ; m
The Lord send peace into his time,
And God preserve hia majestje I
THE BATTLE Or LOUDON HILL.
Graham of Claverhouse and Balfour of Kiuloch,
commonly called Burly, (he principal persons men-
tioned in tbis btJlad, are charactara well known to the
readers of Old Mortality, in the earlier chapters of
which Aie skirmish at Loudon Hill is described.
A few weeks after the memorable aasaaanation of
Archbishop Sharpe, BoberC Hamilton, a fierce Came-
ronian, Burly, and a few others of the proscribed
" Weatian' men" resolved to take up arms against the
government. They began Iheit demonstrations by
entering the royal burgh of Rutherglen, on the 29th
of May, 1679 (which, as the anniversary of the Resto-
ration, was appointed by Parliament to be tept as a
holyday) extinguishing the bonfires made in honor of
the occasion, and burning at the cross certain acta in
favor of Pi-elacy and for the suppression of Conven-
ticles. After tins explcit, and affixing \a the cross a
solemn protest against the obnoxious acts, they en-
camped at Loudon Hill , being by this time increased
to the number of five or ms hundred men. Claver-
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or LOUDON HILL. 145
house was io garrison at Glasgow, and immeSately
maj«lied agaiast the insurgents, with about a hundred
and fifty cavalry. Hanulton, the commander of ihe
Whiga, had skilfully posted his men in a boj^y strait
with a broad ditch in front, and the dragoons in
attempting io charge were thrown into utter disorder.
At this critical moment they were yigorously attacked
by the rebels and easily routed. Claverhouse barely
escaped being ta.ken prisoner, and lost some twenty
of his troopers, among them his comet, Robert Gra-
ham, whoso fate is alluded to in lie ballad. Burly,
though not the captain, was a prominent leader in
this action. See Scott's Minstrelsy, vol. ii. 206,
Tou'l marvel when I tell je o'
Our noble Burly and his train,
"When last he mareh'd up through the land,
Wi' sax-and-twenty Westlaod men.
Than they I ne'er o' braver heard,
For they had a' baith wit and skill ;
They proved right well, as I heard tell,
As they cam up o'er Loudon Hill,
Weel prosper a' the gospel lads,
That are into the west countrie,
Aye wicked Claver'se to demean,
And aye an ill deid may lie die !
VOL. VIL 10
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> THE BATTLE OP LOUDON IHLL.
For he'a drawn ijp i' battle rank,
An' that baifcli soon an' hastilie ;
But they wlia live till simmer come,
Some bludie days for this will see.
But up spak cruel Claver'se, tKen,
Wi' hastie wit, an' wicked skill ;
" Gae Are on yon Wcstlan' men ;
I think it is my eov'reign's will."
But up bespake his Comet, then,
" It's he wi' nae consent o' me !
I ken 111 ne'er come back again,
An' mony mae as weel as me.
" There is not ane of a' yon men,
But wha is worthy other three;
There is na ane amang them a',
That in his cause will stap to die.
" An' as for Burly, him I knaw ;
He's a man of honour, birth, and fan
Gie him a sword into his hand,
He'll flght tliysell aa' other ten.'
But up spake wicked Claver'se, then,
I wat his heart it raise fa' hie !
And he has cried that a' might hear,
" Man, ye hae sair deceived me.
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OF LOUDON HILL.
" I never ken'd the like afore,
Na, never since I came frae hame,
That you sae cowardly hero suM prove,
An' yet come of a noble GrKme."
But «p bespalce hie Cornet then,
" Since that it is your honour's will,
Mysell shall be the foremost man
That shall gie fire on Loudon HilL
" At your command Til lead them on,
Bat yet wi' nae consent o' mo ;
For weel I ken I'll ne'er return,
And mony mae as weel as me."
Then up he drew in battle rank ;
I wat he had a bonny traiu !
But the first time that bullets flew,
Aye he lost twenty o' his men.
Then back he came the way be gaed,
I wat right soon and suddenly !
He gave command amang his men.
And sent them back, and bade them i3ei
Then up came Burly, bauld an' stout,
Wi's little train o' Weatland men,
Wha raair than either aince or twice
In Edinburgh confined had been.
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OF BOTH WELL
Tliey hae been up to London sent,
An' yet they're a' come safeiy down ;
Sax troop o' horsemen they hae beat,
And chased them into Glasgow town.
THE BATTLE OF BOTHWELL BRIDGE,
From Miastrelsy of ili& Scottish Bvnhr, ii. 2S7.
The success of tiie Cameroniana at Loudon Ilill
induced a considerable number of lie moderate Pras-
bjteriana to join the army of the insm^nts. But
thoagh increased numbers gave the revolt a more
formidable appearance, they cannot be said to have
added much to the strength of the rebels, since fliere
■was no concert between the two factions, each having
its own set of officers, and issuing contrary orders at
the SMue tune. An army of ten thousand men under
the Duke of Monmouth advanced from Edinbntgh
against these distracted allies, who, in all not more
than four thousand, were encamped near Hamilton,
on the western aide of the Clyde, and had posses-
sion of the bridge between that point and the vil-
li^ of Bothwell. While the Duke was preparing
to force a passage, the more moderate of the Whigs
oiFcred terms, and while they were debating the
Duke's reply, the Caineronians, who bravely de-
fended the bridge, were compelled to abandon their
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' BOTHWELL BRIDGE. 149
post. The Duke's army then croeaed tte rlvev without
opposition, because the rfebels were at that juncture oc-
cupied with cashiering their officers and eiectiog new
ones. The first discliargo of Monaioath's cannon
caused the cavalry of the Covenantors to wheel about,
and their flight threw the foot into irrecoveraWe dis-
order. Four hundred of the rebels were killed, and
a body of twelve hundred surrendered at discretion,
and were preserved from death by the clemency of
the Duko. This action took place on the 22d of
June, 1679,
Scott informs ns that there were two Gordons of
Earlstoun engaged in the rebellion, a father and son.
The former was not in the battle, but was met hasten-
ing to it by English dragoons, and was killed on Lis re-
fuang to surrender. The son, who is supposed to be
the person mentioned in the ballad, was of the milder
Presbyterians, and fought only for freedom of con-
science and relief from the tyrannical laws against
non-conformbts. He escaped from the battle, and
after being several times condemned to die, was finally
set at liberty, and restored to his forfeited estates-
la this ballad Claverhouse's unsparing pursuit of
ths fugitives is imputed to a desire to revenge the
death of his kinsman at Loudon Hill, and his anger
at being thwarted is, with great amplicity, asserted to
have led to the execution of Monmouth.
Scotfs copy of this ballad was given from retitation.
In the Krst Series of Lwng'a Ftsgitioe Scottish Poetry,
there is an amusingly prosaic Covenanting ditty upon
this subject, called Bot/itoell Lines, and in the Second
Series, a Cavaliei- song, entitled The Battell of Bodwell
Bridge, or The Kings Caaileers Triumph.
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.50 THE BATTLE OF
" O, BiLLiE, billie, bonny billie,
Will ye go to the wood wi' rae ?
We'll ca' our horse harae masterless,
An' gar them trow slam men are we."
" O no, O no ! " says Earlstonn, .i
" For thafs the thing that mauiia he ;
For I am sworn to Eothwell Hill,
Where I maun either gae or die."
So Earlstoun rose in the morning,
An' mounted by the break o' day ; w
An' he has joined our Scottish lads,
As they were marching out the way.
"Now, farewell, father, and farewell, mother,
And fare ye weel, my sisters throe ;
An' fare ye weel, my Earlstoun, u
For thee again I'll never see ! "
So they're awa' to Eothwell liiU,
An' waly they rode boiinily !
When the Duke o' Monmouth saw them comin',
He went to view their company, ae
" Ye're welcome, lads," the Monmouth said,
" Ye're welcome, brave Scots lads, to me ;
And sae are you, brave Earlstoun,
Tlie foremost o' your company !
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THE BATTLE OF BOTHWELL
" But yield your weapons aiie an a',
yield your weapons, lads, to me ;
For gin ye'U yield your weapons up,
Te'se a' gae hame to your country."
Out flien spak a Lennos lad.
And waly but he spoke bonnily !
" I winna yield my weapons up,
To you nor nae man that I see."
Thea he set up the flag o' red,
A' set about wi' bonny blue ;
" Since ye'll no cease, and be at peace.
See that ye stand by ither true,"
They stell'd their cannons on the height.
And showr'd their shot down in tlie howe ;
An' beat our Scots kds even down,
Thick they lay slain on every knowe.
As e'er you saw the rain down fa',
Or yet the arrow frae the bow, —
Sae our Scottish lads fell even down,
An' they lay slaia on. every knowe.
" hold your hand," tken Monmouth cvy'd,
" Gie quarters to yon men for me ! "
But wicked Claver'se swore an oath,
His Cornet's death revenged sud be.
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152 THE BATTLE or KILLIECEANKIE.
" bold your hand," then MoiimDuth ci'y'd,
" If ODjthing you'll do for me ;
Hold Qp your hand, you curaed Grteme,
Else a rebel to our king yell be."
Then wicked Claver'se tnm'd about^
I wot an angry man was he ;
And he has lifted up his hat,
And ery'd, " God bless his Majesty ! "
Than he's awa' to London town,
Fauae witnesses he has wi' him ta'en.
And ta'en Monmouth's head frae his body.
Alang the brae, beyond the brig,
Mony brave man lies cauld and still ;
But lang well mind, and sair we'll rue.
The bloody battle of Bothwell Hill.
THE BATTLE OF KTLLIECKANKIE.
This battle was fought oa the evening of the a7tli
of Jnly, 1689, a little to the north of the pass of Kil-
lieerantie, in the Highlands of Fertlishire, between
King William's army under General Mackay, and a
body of Highlanders under the renowned Olavorhousc,
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the bravest and most faithful adherent of the house
of Staart. Mackay'a troops, which were partly Dutch
and partly English, amounted tti 4,500 foot and two
eompanies of horse. The Highlanders were not much
more than half aa numeroiw. They con^stcd of the
followers of Maclean, Macdonald of Sky, Clanronald,
Sir Evan Cameron of Lochiel, and others, with a few
Irish. The left wing of Mackay's army was almost
instantly routed by a furious charge of the Macleans
The light wing stood their gionod manflilly, and even
repulse 1 the assault of the Macdonald'<, hut hcmg
tiken in flank by thi, Camerons and a pait of the
Ma(.le<bni theywerefon_ed1«retiie and suffered great
lo^a. "IVhile directmg the obhq le moiement of the
CamPions, Claveihouse lefened a mortal mound
undpi thi, irm, and with him fuU the cau^e of King
James
Thi'i hiUal, which ii taken from Herds Si.oUi.h
Song^, 1 1S6, was printed as a broadside near the
tame ol the batfle The author is unknown Theia
was an old song called Kdlierrankie, which, Tiith some
alterations, was inserted in Johnson s Museum (p 302)
It is aiso found in Hogg's Jacobite Relics, i. 32, with
an additional atanza. A contemporary Latin ballad
on the same eTent by Herbert Kennedy, a professor
in the University of Edinhui^h, is ^ven in the Mu-
settm, and may be seen in
Clavbks and his Ilighlandmeti
Came down apo' the raw, man,
WIio being stout, gave mony a clout ;
The lads began to claw then.
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.54 THE BATTLE OF KILI.IECEANKIE,
With sword and terge into their hand,
Wi which they were nae slaw, man,
Wi mony a fearful heavy sigh,
The lads began to daw then.
O'er bush, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er itank,
She flang amang them a', man;
The butfer-hox got mony knocks.
Their rig^ngs paid for a' then.
They got their paiks, wi sudden straiks,
Which to their grief they saw, man :
Wi clinkum clankum o'er their crowns,
The lads began to fa' then.
Hur skipt about, hur leapt about,
And flang amang them a', man ;
The English blades got broken heads.
Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then.
The durk and door made their last hour.
And prov'd their final fa', man ;
They thought the devil had been there,
That play'd them sic a paw then.
IT. The Higblandsrs haTS only one proiiDnii, and HE it
happens to resemble the English her, it lias caused the Low-
landers to haTe a general impressioa that they mistake the
feminuie for the raascnhne gender. It has even beoonie a
sort of nlcknaFae for them, ea in the present case, and in a
Bubsaqnent verae, (31,) where it is extended fo her-nai'a-edl.
CHAMBBBa, ScolUsh Saags, p. iS.
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Tte Solemn League and Covenant
Came whiggmg np the hills, man ;
Thought Highland trews durst not refuse
For to subscribe their bills then.
In WOlie's name, they thought nae ane
Curat stop their course at a', man,
But hur-nane-sell, wi mony a knock,
Cry'd, " Furich-Whigs awa'," man.
Sir Evan Du, and his men true,
Came linking up the brink, man ;
The Hogan Dutch they feared auch,
They bred a horrid stink then.
The true Maclean and his fierce men
Came in amang (hem a' man ;
Nane durst withstand his heavy hand,
All fled and ran awa' then.
Oh' on a ri, Oh' on a ri.
"Why should she lose King Shames, man ?
Ok rig in di, OH rig in di,
She shall break a' her banes then ;
With furickinish, an' stay a while,
And speak a word or twa, man.
She's gi' a straike, out o'er the neck,
Before ye win awa' then.
fy for shame, ye're three for ane,
Hur-nane-sell's won the day, man ;
King Shames' red-raats shAtld be hung up.
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[56 THE BATTLE OF SnERIFF-MUIR.
Because they ran awa' tken.
Had bent their browa, like Highland tro
And made as lang a stay, man,
They'd sav'd their king, (hat sacred thin
And Willie'd ran awa' then.
THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR.
Fought on tlie ISth of November, 1715, between
the Bute of Aigyle, general of tlie forces of King
Geoi^ the First, and the Earl of Mar, for the Ciieva-
lier de St. George. The right wing of both armies,
led by the respective commanders, was suoeesaftil, and
the left wing of both waa routed. Hence the victory
was chumed by both sides. The Chevalier'a army
waa much the larger of the two, and all the advan-
tageB of the contest remaineii with the other party.
This ballad is printed in Herd's ScoUis7i Soriffs,
i. 170, and in many sabsequent collections. It la
ascribed by Bums to the " Kev. Murdoch M'Lellan,
minister of Crathie, Dee^ide." Our copy is taken
from Hogg's Jaoobile JkZtcs, ii. 1 , where the stanzas
in brackets appear for the first time. The notes are
from ChamberB's Scoldsh Songs, p. 408.
There are several other ballads upon this battle:
Up attd loar them a', WUlie, Johnson's Museum, p. 195,
and (different) Herd's ScoUish Songs, ii. 234 : From
Bogie Side, or, The Marquis's Raide, a false and scur-
rilous party song, Hogg's Jacobite Relics, ii. 13 ; A
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R. 157
Dialogue between Will lAch-Ladle and Tom Clean-
Cogue, &c., ■written by the Bev. John Barclay of
Edmburgh, msiDy years after die event : and The Bat-
tle of Skerramoor, altered and abridged by Buma
from this last, for Johnson's Museum, (p. 290,) See
Appendix.
Theeb's some say Lliat we wan, anil some say
that they wan.
And some say that nane wan af a', man ;
But one thing I'm sure, that at Sherra-muir
A battle there was that I saw, man.
And we ran, and ihey ran, and they ran, and we
But Florence ran fastest of a\ man.
Argyle and Belhaven, not frighted like Leven,
Which Rothes and Iladdingttiii saw, man;
For they all, with "Wightman, advanc'd on the
right, man,
While others took flight, being raw, man. lo
And we ran, ^c.
Lord Roxburgh was there, in orher to share
With Douglas, who stood not in awe, man;
6. Ploi-BQce was the Marq^uifi of Hnntly'a horse. HoQO.
r-10. Lord Belhaveii, the Earl of Leran, and tha Earls of
Kothes and Hafldingtoa, who all bore annB as ToluiilBera in
tJie royal army. U^or-General Joseph Wiglitman, who com-
manded the centra of the royal army.
11-14. John, fifth Doke of Kosbargh, it loyal volnnteer.
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lo8 THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MDIE.
Volunteerly to ramble with Lord Loudon
Campbell,
Bra¥e Hay did suffer for a', man.
And we ran, ^c.
Sir John Schaw, that great knight, with, broad
sword most bright, u
On horseback he briskly did charge, man ;
A hero that's bold, none could him withhold.
He stoutly encounter'd the targemen.
And we ran, ^c.
For the cowardly Whittam, for fear they should
cut him,
Seeing ghttering broad swords with a pa', man.
And that ia such thrang, made Baird edicang, ai
And fix>m (he bi-ave claas ran awa, man.
And we ran, SfC.
[The great Colonel Dow gade foremost, I trow,
When Whittam'a dragoons ran awa, man ;
A tibaJd, D k f D laa wi. mma d d a body of his
la m th roy 1 my H igh Campb 11 third Earl of
L d oi f th roy I ftfoij ih E 1 f Hay, brother
to th D k f Aigyl H j to th fiald only a
fwhrsbf thbta dhdthm fortane to be
If S J h Sb w f Ore ook offl in the troop
fltra tdfhL Whghjt.
IT. Major-General Wbitliam, who oomnmnded the left
■wing of the King's army.
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THE BATTLE OF SIIKRIPF-MUIK. IM
Except Sandy Baird, and Naughtan the laird, a
Tteir horse shaw'd their heels to them a', man.
And we ran, ^c]
Brave Mai and Panrnure were firm, I am sure r
The latter was kidnapt awa, man ;
With hrisk men about, brave Hany retook
His brother, and faugh'd at them a', man. m
And we ran, ^c.
Brave Marshal!, and Lithgow, and Glcngary's
Assisted hy brave Loggia, man,
And Gordons the bright, so boldly did fight,
That the redcoats took tlight and awa, man.
And we ran, S^g.
Sti-athmore and Claoronald cried still, "Advance,
Donald," «
Till both of these heroes did fii', man ;
For there was such hashing, and broad swords
a-dashing,
Brave Forfer himsel got a claw, man.
And we ran, ^c.
2T-30. James, Ead of Panmvire. Tlie Honourable Hariy
Maide of Kallie, brotiier to the foregoing, whom be reeap-
tnrad after the engagement.
81-4. The Earls of Marisohul and Liolithgow. The Chief
of Glengiwy. Thomas Dmmmond of Logie Almond.
35-8. The Earl of Strathmoie, killed in the battle. The
Chief of Clsmranald. The Eari of Forfai— on the King's
Eide — wonnded ia the engagement.
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160 THE BATTLE OF SUERIFF-MUIR.
Lord Perth stood the storm, Seaforih Lilt luke-
Kiisyth, and StrathaUan not slaw, man ; «
And HarailKin pled the men were not bred,
For lie had no fancy to fa', man.
Brave gen'rous Southesk, TuUibardin was brisk.
Whose father indeed would not draw, man,
Into the same yoke, which serv'd for a eloak, is
To keep Uie estate 'twixt them twa, man.
And we ran, Sfc.
Lord JRollo not fear'd, Kintore and his heard,
Pifsligo an il am
And hrothers Ba fl t y d h far
show" s
Cia«kmanu n ai d Bu gh w m
fPthwL nnJd
bldth-ree Mknz fifth
ElfSafrth hV K hTh
Strati) 11 L g « -g H milto m
m d gu d h E It
iajmfiftEBi ShkThMq T
libardji Idest f he Duke of Atholfl.
4T 50 Lo 1 Boll Th9 Eail of Kintore. Lord Pitsligo.
L -d Og 1ti f th Earl of Airly. Brace, Laird of
Clai.km'um — th h I and, I lielieve, of the old lady who
k gli 1 R 1 t F rn with tha sword of Broco, at Clack-
mann T L d B irleigh.
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E. 161
But Cleppan fougM pretty, and Strowan the witty,
For mine is but rhyme in respect of what's fine,
Or what he is able to di-aw, man.
And we ran Sfc.
For Huntly and Sinclair, they both play'd tlie
tinkler, m
Some Angus and Fife men, they ran for their
life, man,
And ne'er a Lot's wife there at a', man.
Then Laurie the traitor, who betraj'd his master.
His kiog, and his country, an' a', man, en
Pretending Mar might give orders to fight.
To the right of the army awa, man.
And we ran, ^c.
Then Laurie, for fear of what he might hear,
Took Drummond's best horse, and awa, man;
'Stead of going to Perth, he crossed the Firth, m
Alongst Stirling bridge, and awa, maii.
61. Miyor Waiiam aaphane. Alexander Eoberteon of
Struan, chief of the Robertaona.
S5. Alexander, Marquis of Hnntly, aftecwarde Dnka of
Gordon. The Master of Sinclair.
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162 THE BATTLE OF SHEKIFF-MUIE.
To London he press'd, and there he jii fe^s d
That he behay'd best o' them a man
And so, without strife, got settled fir hte
A hundred a-year to his fa.' man lo
And we ran, SfC
III Borrowstonnness he resides with h ^i ice
Till his neck stand in need if i thi'^w man ,
And then in a tether lie'll swing from a ladder,
And go off the stage with a pa', man.
And we ran, ^c.
Eob Eoj tbere stood watch on a hill, for to catch
Tlic booty, for ought that I saw, man ; 'o
For he ne'er advanc'd from the place he was
sfanc'd.
Till no more was to do there at a', man.
And we ran, Sfc.
So we all took the flight, and Moubray the wright,
And Lethem tlie smith was a braw man, ta
For he took a fit of the gout, which was wit,
By judging it time to withdraw, man.
And we ran, ^c.
reported at the timaj namely, that ft person Tiad left the Duke
of Argyle's army, and joined the Earl of Mar's, before the
batHe, intending to act sa a spy; and that, being employed
by Mar to mform the left wing that tbe right was victorious,
he gara a contrary statement, and, after seeing tliem retire
accordingly, want back again to the royal army.
76. The celebrated Eob Eoy, This redoubted hero was
prBTeutsd, by mixed motives, from joining either party, he
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■CHE BATTLE OV SHERIFF-MUtE. loJ
And trumpet Maclean, wtose breeks were not clean,
Through misfortune he happen'd to fa', man ;
By saving his neck, his trumpet did break, m
And came off without music at a', man.
And we ran, ^c.
So there auch a race was as ne'er in that place was.
And as little chace was at a', man ;
From each other they run without touk of drum.
They did not make use of a paw, man. bo
Jnd we ran, S^e.
[Wliether we ran, or they ran, or we wan, or they
Or if there waa winning at a', man,
There no man can tell, save our brave genareU,
Who first began running of a', man.
Wi' the Earl o' Seaforth, and the Cock o' the
North! ^
But Florence raa fastest of a', man,
Save the laird o' Phinaven, who sware to be even
W any general or peer o' them a', man.]
And we ran, ^c.
ooDld not flgbt against tlie Eart of Mar, consistent with his
conBeianoB, noc oould lie oppose the Duke of Argyla, without
forfeiting tJie protection of ft powerful iHend.
93. This point is made lit ttie expense of a contradiction.
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( DERWENT WATER.
LOKD DERWENTWATEE.
Jameb Badolipf, Earl of Derwectwater, fell
into the hands of the Whigs at the aurrender of Pres-
ton, on the ■very day of the battle of Sheriff-Muir,
and suffered death in February, 1716, for his partici-
pation in the rebellion. Sniollet has described him
as an amiable youth, — brave, open, generous, hospi-
table, and humane. " His fate drew tears from (he
Bpeotatora, and was a great misfortune to the country
in which he lived. He gave bread to multitudes of
people whom he employed on his estate ; — the poor,
the widow, and the orphan rejoiced in his bounty,"
(History of England, quoted by Cromek.) We are
(old that the anrora bm-ealis waa reuaarkably vivid
on the night of the earl'a execution, and that this
phenomenon is consequently still known in the north
by the name of "Lord Derwentwater'a Lights."
Although this ballad is said to have been extremely
popular in the North of England for a long time after
the event which gave rise to it, no good copy has as
yet been recovered. The following was obtained by
Motherwell (Minstrelsy, p. 349) from the recitation
of an old woman. Another copy, also from n
but "restored to poetical propriety," is given ii
Gentleman's Magazine, for June, 1825 (p. 489),
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1,0RD DEEWENT WATER. 165
fragments of a tliM in Nbles and Queries, vol. xii.
p. 492. Two spurious baEads on the death of Lord
Derwentwater have been sometimea received as genu-
ine : one by Allan Cunmngtain, first pablished in
Cromek'a Nilhsdale and Galloway Song, p. 139, an-
other (Lord Derwstitvyaiei's Goodnight') by Surtees,
printed in Ho^'s JacoMte Relies, ii. 31. Still another
modern imitation is Young Raicliffs, in Sheldon's
Minslrelsy of the English Border, p. 401.
There is a ballad on tbe disgraceful capitulation of
Preston in Hogg's Jacahtle Relics, ii. 103, also, Nbr-
thumbei'land Garland, p. 8S, beginning "Mackintosh
was a soldier brave."
Omt King has wrote a long letter,
And sealed it owev with gold ;
He sent it to my lord Dunwatera,
To read it if he could.
He has not sent it with a boy,
Nor with any Scots lord ;
But he's sent it with the noblest knight
E'er Scotland could afford.
The very first iine that my lord did read,
He gave a smirkling smile ;
Before he had the half of it read.
The tears from his eyes did fall
" Come saddle to me my horse," he said,
" Come saddle to me with speed;
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166 LOKD DEBWENTWATEK,
For I must away to feir London town, u
For to me there was ne'er more need."
Out and spoke his lady gay,
In childbed where she lay :
"I would have you make your will, my lord
Dunwaters,
Before you go away." ^
" I leave to you, my eldest son,
My houses and my land;
I leave to you, my youngest son.
Ten thousand pounds in hand.
" I leave to you, my lady gay, — ss
You are my wedded wife, —
I leave to you, the third of my estate,
That'll keep you in a lady's life."
They had not rode a mile but one,
Till his horse fell owre a stane : s"
" It's a warning good enough," my lord Dunwaters
" Alive I'll ne'er come hame,"
When they came to fair Loudon town,
Into the courtiers' hall,
The lords and knights of fair London town m
Bid him a trmtor calL
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THiE BATTLE
" A traitor I a traitor ! " says my lord,
" A traitor ! how can that be ?
An it be nae for tlie keeping five thousand men,
To fight for King Jamie, 40
" all you lords and knights in fair London town,
Come out and see roe die ;
ail you lords and knights in fair London town,
Be kind to my ladie.
" There's fifty pounds in my right pocket, «
Divide it to the poor;
There's otter fifty in my left poeUet,
Divide it from door to door."
This ballad is the work of Adam Skirving, a clever
and opulent farmer, father of Archibald Skirving, the
portrait painter. It was printed shortly after the
battle as a broadside, and next appeared in The
Charmer, vol. Ji. p. 849, Edinb. 1751. Neither of
those editions contadns the eleventh stanza. The
foofr-uotes commonly attached to the subsequent re-
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168 THE BATTLE OF TRANENT-MIflE,
prints aj-e, found in. The Charmer. (Laing in John-
son's Miisema, iv. 189*.)
To Sfcirring is also attribiited mth great probability
the excellent satirical song of Johnnie Cope, or Cope
are you maJdng yet. The original words are in Rit-
aon, Scotish Songs, ii. 84: another set at p. 82 ; a
third, with alterations and additions by Bums, in
Johnson's Musetim, p, 242. Allan Cunningham once
beard a peasant boast that he could sing Johnnie Cope
with all its nineteen variations. See Appendix.
The battle took place on the 22d of September,
1745, between the villages of Tranent and Preston-
pans, a few miles from Edinburgh. The ting's lieu-
tenant-general, Sir John Cope, was disgracefhlly de-
feated by the Highlandei-s under Charlea Edward,
and nearly all his army killed or ta;ken. The details
of the conflict are viTidiy dracribed in the 46th and
47th chapters of Waverley.
The Chevalier, being void of fear,
Did march up Birsle brae, man.
And thro' Tranent, e'er he did stent,
As fast as he could gae, man :
Wliile General Cope did taunt and mock,
Wi' mony a loud huzza, man ;
But e'er next morn proclaim'd the cock,
We heard another craw, man.
The brave Lochiel, as 1 heard tell.
Led Camerona on in clouds, roan ;
The morning f^r, and clear the air,
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OR OF PRESTON-PANS. 169
They loos'd with devilish thuds, man.
Down guna they threw, and awords tbey drew
And soon did ohaoe them aff, man ;
On Seaton-Crafta ftey buft their ehafts, u
And gart them rin like daft, man.
The bluff dragoons swore blood and 'oons,
They'd make the rebels run, msin ;
And yet they flee when them they see,
And winna Are a gun, man: ai
They turn'd their back, the foot they brake,
Such terror aeia'd them a', man ;
Some wet their cheeks, aome fyl'd their breeks.
And aome for fear did fa', man.
The volunteers prick'd up their ears, ss
And vow gin they wei-e crouse, man ;
But when the bairns saw't turn to eara'at,
They were not worth a louae man.
Maist feck gade hame ; O fy for shame !
They'd better stay'd awa', man, su
Than wi' cockade to make parade,
And do nae good at a', man.
Menteith the great, when hers ell ah — ,
Un'wares did ding him o'er man ;
roinister of Longformac
ns, a volunteer; who.
■ corns, the night before f
he batOa, upon a High-
: nature at Preston, threv
ly him over, and carried
trophy to Copo'a cainp.
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170 THE BATTLE OP TKANENT-MUIE,
Yet wa^ nae stand to bear a hand, »
But aff fou fast did scour, man ;
O'er Soutra kill, e'er he stood still,
Before he tasted meat, man :
Troth he may brag of his swift nag.
That bare him aff sae fleet, man. «
And Simpson keen, fo cleai the eon
Of rebels far in wrang, man,
Did never strive wi' pistols five,
But gallop'd with the thrang, man :
He turn'd his back, and in a crack «
Was cleanly out of sight man ;
And thought it best ; it was nae jest
W Highlanders to fight, man.
'Mangst a' the gang nane bade the bang
But twa, and aoe was tane, man ; so
For Carapbell rade, but Myrie staid,
And sair he paid the kain, man ;
Fell skelps he got, was war than shot,
Frae the sharp-edg'd claymore, man ;
Frae many a spout came running out m
His reeking-het red gore, man.
41. Another volunteer Fresljylerian minister, who said
li8 would convince the rebels of their erior by the dint of
hie pistols ; having, for Ihat purpose, two in his pockets, two
in his holsters, and one in his belt.
51. Mr. Myrie was a student of physio, from Jamaica;
he entered as aTolunteer in Cope's army, and was miserably
mangled by the broad-swords.
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But Gard'ner brave did still behave
Like to a hero bright, man ;
His courage true, like him were few
That still despised flight, man ;
For king and laws, and country's cause,
In honour's bed he Jay, man j
Hia life, but not his courage, fled,
"While he had breath to draw, man.
And Major Bowie, that worthy soul,
"Was brought down lo the ground, man ;
His horse being shot, it was his lot
For to get mony a wound, man ;
Lieutenant Smith, of Irish birth,
Frae whom he call'd for aid, man,
Being full of dread, lap o'er his head.
And wadna be gainsaid, man.
He matle sic haste, sae spur'd his beast,
'Twas little there he saw, man ;
69. Lioutenamt Smith, who left Miijor Bowie when lying
on tlie &fiid of bsittla, and nnable bo move with hia wound,
was of IriBh extraction. It js reportod Ihat after the publica-
tion of the ballnd, he aent Mf. Skh^ing n challenge to meet
hhn at Hadaingkin, and answer for his conduct in treatins
him witk such opprobrium. "Gang awa back," said Mr.
Skirying to the mBBBenger, "and tell Mr. Smith, 1 hare nae
leisure to i^a lo Haddington, hut if he likes to come here, Til
tak a look o' him, and if I think I can feoht him, I'll feoht
him, and if no— I'U juat do as he did at Preston— I'll rin
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I 72 THE BATTLE OF TEANENT-MUIR,
To Berwick rade, anct safely said,
Tte Scots were rebela a', man.
But let that end, for well 'tis kend
His use and wont to lie, man ;
Tte Teague 13 naught, he never faught,
When he had room to flee, man.
And Caddell drest, amang the rest.
With gun and good claymore, man,
On geldmg grey he rode that way,
With pistols set before, man ;
The cause was good, he'd spend his blood.
Before that he would yield, man ;
But the night before, he left the cor,
And never fac'd tlie field, man.
But gallant Eoger, like a soger.
Stood and bravely foaght, man ;
I'm wae to tell, at last he fell.
But mae down wi' him brought, man;
At point of death, wi' his last breath,
(Some standing round in ring, man,)
On's baek lying flat, he wav'd his hat,
And cry'd, God save the King, man.
Some Highland rogues, hke hungry dogs.
Neglecting to pursue, man,
About they fac'd, and ia great haste
Upon the booty flew, man ;
And they, as gain for all their pain,
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OK OP PEESTON-PANS. li
Are dect'd wl' spoils of war, man ;
Fu' bald can tell how hemainsell
Was ne'er sae pra before, man.
At the thorn-tree, which you may see i
Be west the meadow-mill, man.
There mony slain lay on the plain,
The clans pursuing still, man.
Sick unco' hacks, and deadly whacks,
1 never saw the like, man ;
Lost hands and heads cost tbem their deads,
That fall near Preston-dyke, man.
That afternoon, when a was done,
I gaed to see the fray, man ;
But had I wist what after past, i
I'd better staid away, man :
On Seafon sands, wi' nimble hands.
They pick'd my pockets hare, man ;
But I wish ne'er to drie sick fear.
For a' the sum and majr, man.
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APPENDIX.
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THE BATTLE OF OTTERBUKN. See p. 5,
In the yersiong of this ballad given in the body of
tliia wort, the Earl of Douglas is represented as falling
by the hand of Hany Percy. In the ballad which
follows, taten from Herd's Scollish Songs, i. 211, his
death is ascribed to the revenge of an offended ser-
vant. Though there is not the slightest reason to
give credence M this story, it has a certain foun-
dation in tradition. Hume of Godaeroft writes
" there are that say, that he [Douglas] was not
slain by the enemy, but by one of his own men, a
groom of his chamber, whom he had struck the day
before with a truncheon, in ordering of the battle,
because he saw him make somewhat slowly to. And
they name this man John Bioberton of Luffneas, who
left a part of bis armour behind unfastened, and when
he was in the greatest conflict, this servant of his
came behind his back, and slew him thereat." Win-
town says that the Earl was so intent on marshalling
his forces, and so eager to be at the foe, that he neg-
Jected to arm himself carefully. — Scott's
i. 360.
It fell, and about die Lammas time.
When husbandmen do win their hay.
Earl Douglas is to the Engh'sh woods.
And a' with him to fetch a prey.
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OF OTTERBURN.
He haa chosen the Lindeays light, s
With them the gallant Gordons gay,
And the Earl of Fyfo, withouten strife.
And Sir Hugh Montgomery upon a grey.
They hae taken NorthumbGrland,
And sae has they the North-ahire, w
And the Otter-dalo, they burnt it hale,
And set it a' into the fire.
Out then spack a honny boy,
That serv'd ane o' Earl Douglas kin,
" Methinka I see an English host, w
A-coimng branken us upon."
"Ifthisbe true, my little boy,
An it he troth that thou tells me,
The hrawest bower in Otterbum
This day shall be thy morning fee. m
" But if it be false, my little boy.
But and a lie that thou tells me,
13. At this place a racitea copy, quoted by FiiJay
iScoKiih Sa«(ids, I. p. svUi.l, hss tlia foUowhig stanaas;—
Wi' nine waggons ecaJing wioe,
And seren laoners bearing high;
It wad do any living gude
To sea their bonny colours fly.
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THE BATTLE OF OITEEBUBN. 1
On the highest tree that's in. Otterburn
With jnj awic hands ni hing thee hie."
The boy's taen out his little penknife,
That hanget low down by hk gare,
And he gae Earl Douglas a deadly wound,
Alas, a deep wound and a sare 1
Earl Douglas eaid to Sir Hugh Montgomery,
" Tack thou the vanguard o' the three,
And bury me at yon bracken bush,
That stands upon yon lilly lee."
Then Percy and Montgomery met.
And weel I wat they war na tain ;
They swapped swords, and they twa swat,
And ay the blood ran down between.
" yield thee, yield lliee, Percy," he said,
" Or else I vow 111 lay thee low ;
" Whom to shall I yield," said Earl Percy,
" Bow that I see it maun be so ? "
" O yield thee to yon braken hush,
That grows upon yon lilly lee ;
For there lies aneth yon braken bush
What aft has conquer'd ma« than thee."
" I winna yield to a braken bush,
Nor yet will I unto a brier ;
But 1 wald yield to Earl Douglas,
Or Sir Hugh Montgomery, if he was here."
48, 44. Supplied by MoOierwell tVom a recited copy.
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(80 THE 1SA.TTLE OP
As soon as liG know it was Montgomery,
He stuck Iiis aword's point in the ground, m
And Sir Hugh Montgomery was a courteous knight.
And he quickly caught him by the hand.
This deed was done at Otterburn,
About the breaking o' the day;
Earl Douglas was buried at the braken bush, ^
And Percy led captive away.
THE BATTLE OV HARLAW.
From Ramaay'B Bcergretn, i. 7S.
This battle took place at Harlaw, near Aberdeen,
on Uie 24th of July, 1411. The conflict was occa-
sioned by a dispute conoaming the succession to the
earldom of Eobs, between Donald, Lord of the LJes,
and the son of the Eegent, Eobert, Duke of Albany,
whose claim was supported by Alexandei- Stewart,
Earl of Mar. The consequences of this battle were
of the highest Importance, inasmuch as the wild Cells
of the Highlands and Islands received such, a check
that they never again combined for the conc[uest of
the civilized parte of ScotlaJid.
The Battle of Harlaw is one of the old ballads
whose titles occur in the Complaynt of Scotland
(1S48). A bag-pipe tune of that name is mentioned
in Drummond of Haivthomden's mock-heroic poem,
(he Polemo MMdinia ;
" Intei-oa ante alios dux Piper Laios hecos,
PriecBclBnB,mEignainquegerensouinburiiiiie pypam
lucipIC Hariai cunctis sonnre Batellum."
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THE BATTLK OF HiRLAW. 181
Mr. Laing, m his EaTly Melrieid Tales (p. xlv.l
spe^s of an edition printed in the year 1668 as being
"in the curious library of old Eobert Mj-ln." No
copy is now known to exist of a date anterior to that
wMch was published in Ramsay's Evergreen. Of tbe
age of this copy tie most oppoate opinions have been
mMntaJned, some regarding iie ballad as contem-
porary witb the erent, and others insinuating that
Ramsay, or one of hia friends, is chargeable with the
authorship. This last notion has no other ground
than the freedom which Kamaay notoriouhlj look
with his texts, and that freedom has very likely been
exercised in the present case. We shall, peihap'i,
be going quite as far as is prudent, if we ai'kuowlpdgp
that this may be one of "the Scots poems wrote by
tio ingenious before IfiOO." Most readers will agree
with Lord Hailes that the langn^c is as recent as
the days of Queen Mary, or of James tbe Sxth.
Sibbald, in his Chronicle of Scottish Poetry, iii. 288,
has stated other objections to receiving this ballad for
ancient, which seem, however, to be satisfactorily
answered by Finlay, Scottish Ballads, i. 160.
The copy of this ballad in The Thistle of Scotland,
p. 75, ia only Eamsay's, imperfectly remembered, or,
what is quite as probable, here and there altered
according to the taste of the illiterate editor. At
page 92 of the same book, three stanzas are given of
a burlesque song on this battle. A traditional ballad,
recently recovered, is inserted at the end of this
volume.
Frab Dunidier as I cam throuch,
Doun by the Mil of Banochie,
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2 THE CiTTLE OF HARLAW.
AUaJigBt the lands of GarioeL,
Grit pitie was to heir and se
The nojB and dnlesum hermonie,
That evir that dreity day did daw,
Cryand the coiynoch on hie,
Alaa I alas I for the Harlaw.
1 marvUt quhat the matter moint,
All folks war in a fiery-fairy ;
I wist noeht quha was fae or freind,
Zit quietly I did me came.
But sen the days of auld King Hairy,
Sic elauchter was not hard nor seae,
And thair I had nae tyme to tairy,
For bjssiue^ in Aberdene.
Thus as I walkit on the way,
To InTeniry as I went,
I met a man and bad him stay,
Requeisting him to mak roe quaint
Of the beginning and the eyent,
That happenit thair at the Hairlaw ;
Then he entreited me tak tent,
And he the truth sould to me sohaw.
Grit Donald of the Yles did claim
Unto the lands of Boss sum riett,
And to the govemour he came.
Them for to haif, g^ that he micht :
Quha saw his interest was but slicht,
And thairfore answerit mth disdain;
He hastit hame baith day and nieht,
And sent nae bodward back agidn.
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Bat Donald rioht impatient
Of that answer Duke Robert gaif,
He vowed to God Omnipotent,
All the hale lands of Ross to haif,
Or ells be graithed in his graif :
He wald not quat hia rieht for nocht,
Nor be abuait lyk 3 slaif ;
That bai^n soold be deirly bocht.
Then halatylie he did command,
That all his weir-men should convene,
Bk an well hamisit frae hand,
To meit and heir quhat he did mein ;
He waxit wrath, and vowit tein,
Sweirand he wald surpryso the North,
Subdew the brugh of Aberdene,
Meams, Angus, and all Fyfe to Forth.
Ttus with the weir-men of the Ties,
Quha war ay at his bidding bown.
With money maid, with foraa and wyls,
Eicht tHr and neir, baith np and doun.
Throw mount and mnir, frae town to ti
AUangst the lands of Boss he roars.
And all obey'd at his handown,
Evin frae the North to Suthren shoars.
Then all the coantrie men did ziold ;
For nae re^tans durst they mak.
Nor offer batffll in the felld,
Be foTsa of arms to heir him bak.
Syne they resolvit all and spak,
That best it was for thair bchoif,
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4 THE BATTLP. OF HA,ULAW.
They sould liiin for thair chiftidii tak,
Bclicviiig weil he did them luve.
Then he a proclamation maid,
AH men to meet at Inverness,
Throw Murray land to naak a rtud,
Frae Arthursyre unto Spey-nesa.
And further mair, he sent express,
To schaw his collours and ensea^ie.
To all and siadry, mair and leas,
Throchout the bounds of Byce and Enzie.
And then throw fair Strtuthbogia land
His purpose was for to pnraew,
And qubasoeTir durat gainstand.
That raw fhey should full sairly rew.
Then he bad all his men be trew,
And him defend by forss and alicht,
And promiat ihem rewardis anew,
And mak them men of mekle micht.
Withoat reaatans, as be sad.
Throw all lieae parte he stoutly past,
Quhair sum war wae, and sum war glaid.
But Garioch was all agast.
Throw all these feilda he sped him fast,
For sic a sioht was never sene ;
And then, forsuith, he langd at last
To se the bruch of Aberdene.
To hinder this prowd enterprise,
The stout and miehty Erie of Marr
With all his men in arms did ryse,
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TilK BATTLE OP HARLAW.
Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar :
And down the eyde of Doe rieht far,
Angus and Meama did all convene
To fecht, or Donald came sae nar
The ryall Imicli of Aberdene.
And thus the mardal !Er!e of Marr
Marcht vnth his men in richt array ;
Befoip the enemie was awate,
His banner bauldly did display.
For weil enewch they tend the way,
And all their semblance weil they saw ;
Without all dangir, or delay,
Come haisdly to the Harlaw.
With him the braif Lord Ogilvy,
Of Angus sheriff prineipall,
The constabill of gude Dundfi,
The vanguard led before them all.
Suppose in number they war email,
Thay first richt bauldlie did purse w.
And maid fliair faea befor them fall,
Qtiha then fiat race did sairly rew.
And then the worthy Lord Salton,
The strong undoubted Laii-d of Drum,
The atalwart Laird of Lawriatone,
With ilk thair forces, all and sum.
Panmuir with all his men did cum.
The provost of braif Aberdene,
With trumpets and with tuick of drum,
Came schortly in thair armour schene.
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6 THE BATTLE OP HAELAW.
These with the Earlc of Marr came on,
In (he reir-ward rielit orderlie,
Thair enemiea to sett upon ;
In awfull manner hardily,
Togither TOwit to live and die,
Since they had marohit mony mylis,
For to suppress the tyrannie
Of donted Donald of the Ties.
But he in numher ten to ane,
Eicht subfilfe alang did ryde,
With Malcomtoseh and fell Maclean,
With all thair power at thair syde;
Presume and on thair strenfh and pryde,
Without all feir or ony aw,
Eicht bauldie hattiU did abyde,
Hard by the town of fair Harlaw.
The armies met, the trumpet sounds,
The dandling drams alloud did touk,
Bwth armies byding on the bounds.
Till ane of them the feild sould bruik.
Nae help was thairfor, cane wald jonk,
Feras was the feeht on ilka «yde,
And on the ground lay mony a bouk
Of them that thair did baWill byd.
With doutsum victoiie they dealt,
The bludy battil lastit lang ;
Each man his nibours foras thair felt,
The -weakest aft-[ymes gat the wrang ;
Thair was nae mowis thair them amang,
Naithing was bard but heavy knocks.
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THE BATTLE OF
That eceho mad a dulefuil sang,
Thiurto resonnding frae the rocks.
But Donalds men at last gaif hack,
For they war all out of away ;
The Earl of Manis men throw them brak,
Pureewing ehairply in thair way,
Thair enemys to tak or slay,
Bo dynt of foras to gar them yield ;
Quha war richt blyth to win away,
And sae forfeirdness ijiit the feild.
Then Donald fled, and that full fast,
To xnotintaine Mch for all his micht ;
For he and hia war all agast.
And ran (ill they war out of aicht ;
And sae of Kosb he lost his richt,
Thocht mony men with hem he brooht ;
Towards the Yles fled day and nieht.
And eJI he wan was deirlie bocht.
This is (quod he) the richt report
Of all that I did heir and knaw ;
Thooht my discourse he Bumthing achort,
Tak thia to be a richt suthe saw :
Contrairio God and (he kings law,
Thair was spilt mekle Christian hlude.
Info the battil of Harlaw :
This ia the aum, sae I conclude.
But zit 3 bonny quhyle abyde.
And I aall mak thee cleirly ken
Quhat alauchter was on ilkay syde.
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OF HARLAW.
Of Lowland and of Highland men :
Quha for thair awiu half e^ir bene ;
Tliose laaie lowns cutht weil be spaird,
Chessit lyke deirs into their dena,
And gat th^ -wiuges for reward.
Malcomtosh, of the clan heid cheif,
Mackleaii, with bis grit hauchty heid,
Witb all thair succour and relief,
War dulefully dung to the deid :
And now we are freid of thair feid,
They will not lang to cum again ;
Thousands witii them, without remeid.
On Donald's syd that day war slain.
And on the uller syde war lost.
Into the feild that dismal day,
Chief men of worth, of mekle cost.
To be lamenljt sMr for ay.
The Lord Saltoun of Eothemay,
A man of micht and metle main ;
Grit dolour was for his decay,
That 6ae unhappylie was slain.
Of the best men amang them was
The gracious gude Lord O^vy,
The sheriff principal of Angus,
Eenownit for truth and equitie.
For faith and magnanimitie ;
He had few fallows in the field,
Zet fell by fatall destinio,
For he nae ways wad grant to zield.
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Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddap, tck-ht,
Grit constabiJl of f^r Dundfe,
Unto the diilefiill deith was dicht :
The kingis clieif bannci' man was he,
A valziant man of ehevalrie,
Qutais predecessors wan that place
At Spey, with gude King WiUiaoi fi'ie,
Gainst Murray and Macduncans race.
Gude Sir Allexander Irving,
Tiie much reuownit laird of Drum,
Nane in Ms days was bettir sene,
Quhen they war semblit all and sum.
To praise him we sould not be dumm,
For valour, witt, and worthyness ;
To end his days he ther did cum,
And thair the luniclit of Lawriston
Wna slain into his armour achene,
And gude Sir Robert Davidson,
Quha pi'ove«t was of Aberdene :
The knicht of Panmure, as was sene,
A mortall man in aimour bricht,
Sir Thomas Murray, stout and kene,
Lei't to the warld thair last gude nicbt.
Thair was not sen. King Kenetbs days
Sic strange intestine crewel stryf
In Scotland sene, as ilk mau says,
Quhair mony liklie lost thajr lyfe ;
Qnhilk nwd divorce twene man and wyfe,
And mony childrene fatherless,
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Quhilk in this realme las bene ful! ryfe :
Lord help these lands, onr wrangs redress.
In July, on Saint James his even,
That fonr and twenty dismall day,
Twelve hundred, ten score and eleven
Of zeira sen Chryat, the snthe to say,
Men will remember, as they may,
Quben thus the veritie they knaw,
And mony a ane may mum for ay.
The brim battil of the Harlaw.
KING HENRIE THE FIFTH'S CONQUEST,
" From the wnging of the late Francis King, of
Skipton in Craven, an eccentric character, who was
well known in the western dales of Yorkshire as
'the Skipton MinstreL' King's version does not
contain the third verse, which is obtained, as is also
the title, from a modem broadside, from whence
also one or two verbal correetiona are made, of too
Irifiing a nature to particularize. The tune to which
King used to sing it, is the same as that of The Bold
Pedlar and Robin Hood."
Another ballad, much inferior in spirit to this, on
the Battle of Agineourt, is to be found in The Croiim
Garland of Golden Roses (ed. 1659), Percy Soc. vol.
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HSNKIE THE fifth's CONQUEST. 191
XV. p. 65. Percy inserted in flie Rdiques, ii. 26, a
Bong on tills batlJe. Another, quoted in Hoywood'a
Edaiard Fourth, and. ^erefore popular before 1600,
19 printed in Mr. Collier's preface to Shakespeare's
Henry Fifth {new edition).
The story of the tennis-balls is adopted from the
chronicles by Shakespeare. " It is reported by some
historians," says Hume, " that the Dauphin, in de-
rision of Henry's claims and dissolute character, sent
him a box of tennig-balls, intimating that mere imple-
ments of play were better adapted to him than the
inatrumenta of war. But this story is by no means
credible ; the great offers made by the court of France
show that they had already entertained a just idea of
Heniy'a character, as well as of their own situation."
Higtorj/ of England, ch. xix..
As our king lay muang on his bed,
He bofhonght himself upon a lime
Of a tribute that was due from Trance,
Had not been paid for so long a time.
Down, a-down, a-down, a-down,
Dovm, a-douin, a-doien.
He callfed on hia trusty page, s
His trusty page then called he,
" O you must go to the king of France,
O you must go right speedilie.
"And tell him of my tribute due,
Ten ton of gold tbal^s due to me, w
That he mnat send me my tribute home.
Or in French land ha soon will me see."
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1.92 HRNRtIi! THE FIFTH'S CONQUEST.
O then away went the trusty page,
Away, away, and away went he,
Until he came to the ting of France ; it
Lo 1 he fell down on his bendad knee.
" M.y master greets you, worthy Sire ;
Ten ton of gold there is due, says he;
You roust send him his tribute home,
Or in French land you will soon him see." so
"Tour master's young, and of tender years,
Not fit to come into my degree ;
But I will send hi'm three tennis balls,
That with them loarn to play may he."
O then away came the trusty page, a
Away, and away, and away came he.
Until he came to our gracious king ;
Lo ! he fell down on his bended knee.
" What news, what news, my trusty p^e,
What news, what news, hast thou brought to
" I'ye brought sach news from the king of France,
That yon and he will ne'er agree.
" He says you're young, and of tender years,
Not fit to come into his degree ;
But he will send you three tennis balls, ss
That with them you may learn to play."
then bespoke our noble king,
A solemn vow then vowid he ;
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s pifth's conquest.
" Go, call Tip Chesliire and Laiieasliire,
And Derby hills, tiiat are so free ;
Not a married man, nor a widow's son,
For the ■widow's ory shall not go with me."
They called up Cheshire and Lancashire,
Aad Derby lads that were so free ;
Not a married man, nor a widow's son,
Yet they were a jovial hold companie.
then he s^led to ftdr French land,
With druma and trumpets so merrilie ;
O then bespoke tie king of France,
" Yonder comes proud king HenrJe."
The first Are that the Frenchmen gave,
They killed our Englishmen so free ;
We killed ten thousand of the French,
And the rest of them they were forced to flei
And then we marched to Paris gates,
With drums and trmnpets so merrilie ;
O then bespoke the king of France,
" Lord have mercy on my poor men and me
" Gi) I tell him 111 send home his tribute due.
Ten ton of gold that is due from me ;
And the.fairest flower that is in our French lai
To the Eose of England it shall go free."
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JANE SHomi;.
The story and character of Jane Shore can beet ba
read in a charmingly written passage of Sir Thomaa
More's History of Edward Fifth, quoted in Percy's
Reliqites, ii. 368. The ballad adheres to matter of
fact with a fidelity very unconamon. In Drayton's
Enffland's Heroioal Epistles m one from Jane Shore
to King Edward, and in the notes he tht^ gives her
portrait: "Her stature was means, her haire «f a
dark yellow, her face ronnd and fiill, her eye gray,
delicate harmony being betwixt each part's propor-
tion, and each proportion's colour, her body fat, white,
and smooth, her countenance cheerful! and like to her
condition." (Cited by Percy.)
This ballad is taken from the Collection of 1723,
Tol. i. p. 145. The full title ia : The Woeftd Lamen-
tation of Jane Shore, a Goldsmith's Wife in London,
sometime King Edward the Fourth's Concubine. The
same verwon, with trifling variations, is found in Percy's
ReliqiieSfU. 274, and Bitson'a Ancient Songs, a, 128.
In the Garland of Good Will there is another piece
on the same subject, (Percy Society, vol. xxx. p. 9,
The Lamentation of Shore's Wife,) and in the Collec-
tion of 1723, a burlesque song, called IGng Edinard
and Jane Shore (vol. i. p. 163).
If Rosamond, that was so fair.
Had cause her sorrow to declare.
Then let Jane Shore mlh sorrow sing.
That was beloved of a king.
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Then, wanton wives, in time atnend,
For love and beauty will have end.
In maiden years my beanfy bright
Was loved dear by lord and fcnigbt ;
But yet the love that they requir'd,
It was not OS my ftiends desir'd.
My parents Ihey, for thirat of gain,
A husband for me did obtain ;
And I, their pleasure (o fulfil.
Was forc'd to wed against my will.
To Matthew Shore I was a wife.
Till lust brought ruin to my life ;
And then my life I lewdly spent,
Which makes my aoul for to lament.
la Lombard-street I once did dwell,
As London yet ean witness well ;
Where many gallants did behold
My beauty in a shop of gold.
I spread my plumes, as wantons do,
Some sweet and secret friende to wooe,
Because my love I did not find
Agreeing to my wanton mind.
At last my name in court did ring
Into the ears of England's king,
Who came and lik'd, and love requir'd,
But I made coy what he desir'd.
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Yet Mistress Blague, a, neighbour near,
Whose friendship I esteemed dear,
Did say, " It is a gallant thing
To he beloved of a king."
By her perswasJoiiB I was led
For to defile my marriage-bed,
And wronge my wedded husband Shore,
Whom I had lov'd ten years before.
In heart and mind I did rcjoyce,
That I had made so sweet a choice ;
And therefore did my state resign,
To be King Edward's concubine.
Fvom city then to court I went.
To reap the pleasures of content ;
There had the joys that love could bring,
And knew the secrets of a king.
When I was thus advanc'd on high.
Commanding Edward with mine eye.
For MistresB Blague I in short space
Obtain'd a liTing from his Grace.
Mo friend I had, but in short time
I made anto promotion climb ;
But yet for all this costly pride,
My huabande could not me abide.
His bed, tho' wronged by a king.
His heart with deadly grief did sting;
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From England tten he goes away
To end his life beyond flie sea.
He could not live to see Iiia name
Impaired by my wanton shame ;
Allio' a prince of peerless might
Did reap tie pleasure of his right.
Long time I lived in the court,
With lords and ladies of great sort ;
And when I smil'd, all men were glad,
But when I mourn'd, my prince gi'ew sad.
But yet an honest mind 1 bore
To helpless people, that were poor ;
I still redress'd the orphan's cry.
And baYA iheir lives condemn'd to dye.
I sdll had ruth on widows t*ars,
I succour'd babes of tender years ;
And never look'd for other gain
But love and thanka, for all my pain.
At last my royal king did dye,
And then my days of woe grew nigh ;
When crook-back'd Eichard got the crown.
King Edward's friends were soon put down.
I then was punish'd for my sin,
That I eo long had lived in ;
Yea, every one that was his friend,
This tyrant brought to shameful end.
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Then, for my lewd and wan ton life,
That made a strumpet of a wife,
I penance did in Lombard-street,
In shameful manner in a sheet:
Where many thousands did me view.
Who late in court my credit knew ;
Which made the t«aj8 run down my face,
To think upon my foul disgrace.
Not thus content, they took from mee
My goods, my livings, and my fee,
And chai^d that none should me relieve,
Nor any succour to me give.
Then unto Mistress Blague I went,
To whom my jewels I had sent,
In hope thereby to ease my want,
When riches fidl'd, and love grew scant.
But she deny'd to me the same,
When in my need for them I came ;
To recompence my former lovo,
Out of her doors she did me shove.
So love did vanish with my state,
Which now my soul repents too late ;
Therefore example take by me,
For friendship parts in poverty.
But yet one friend among the rest.
Whom I before had seen distress'd.
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JANE SnOEB.
And sav'd Lis life, condemn'd to dye,
Did gire me food io succour me:
For which, by law it was decreed
That be was hanged for (hat deed ;
TTiH deaih did grieve me ao much more,
Than had I dj'd myself therefore.
Then those to whom I liad done good
Darst not afford mee any food ;
Whereby in vain I be^'d all day,
And fitiU in streeis by night I lay.
My gowns beset with pearl and gold,
Were turn'd to simple garmenta old;
My chains and jems and golden rings,
To filthy rags and loathsome things.
Thus was I Bcorn'd of mwd and wife.
For leading such a wicked life ;
Both sucking babes and children email.
Bid m^e a pastime at my fall.
I could not get one bit of bread,
Whereby my hunger might be fed ;
Mor drink, but such as channels yield.
Or stinking ditches in the field.
Thus, weary of my life, at length
I yielded up my vital strength,
Within a ditch of loathsome scent,
Where camon dogs do much frequent ;
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The whioh now since my dying day,
Is Shorediteh call'd, bs writers say ;
Wljich is a witness of my sin,
For being concubine to a Jong.
Toil wanton wives, that fall to lust,
Be yon aasur'd that God is Just ;
Whoredom shall not escape his hand,
Nor pride unpunjsli'd in tliis land.
If God to me such shame did bring,
That yielded only to a ting,
How shall they scape that daily run
To practise sin ■with every man ?
You husbands, match not but for loye.
Lest some disliking after prove ;
Women, be warn'd when, you are wives,
What plagues are due to ainftd lives :
Then, majds and wives, in time ame
For love and beauty will have end.
134. Bnt it liad this x
lame long before; being s
acallsd
Tjm its being a, commo
n sewer (Tulgarly shore) o
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SIR ANDREW BABTON.
L TRUE EELATION OF THE LIFE AMD
DEATH OF SIR ANDREW BAETOH, A
PYRATE AND ROVER ON THE SEAS.
This copy of Sir Andrew Barltm is to be found in
Old Ballads (1723) vol. i, 159, Rifeon'a Ancknt Songs,
ii. 204, Moore's Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad
Poetry, p. 256, and Early Naval Ballads nf England,
Percy Society, vol. ii. p. 4, with only exceedingly
trifling Tarialious. We have followed the last, where
the ballad is ^ven from a black-letter copy in the
British Museum, " printed by and for W. O., and sold
by the booksellers,"
When Flora with her fragrant flowers,
Bedectt the earth so trim and gay.
And Septune wilt his dainty showers,
Came to present the month of May,
King Henry would a-hnnting ride ;
Over the river Thames passed he,
Unto a mountain-top also
Did walk, some pleasure for to see.
Where forty merchants he espy'd,
With fifty sail came towards him.
Who then no sooner were arriv'd,
But on their knees did thus complain ;
" An't please your grace, we cannot sail
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To France no voyage to be sure,
But Sir Andrew Barton makes us quail,
And robs us of our marchant ware."
Test was the king, and turning him.
Said to the lords of high degree,
" Have I ne'er a lord within ray roahn.
Dare fetch that traytor unto mc ? "
To him reply'd Charles Iiord Howard,
" I will, my liege, with heart and hand ;
If it -mil please yon grant me leave," he saii
" I will perform what you command."
To him then spoke King Henry,
'^ I fear, my lord, you are too young."
" No whit at all, my liege," quoth he ;
" I hope to prove in valour strong.
The Scotch knight I vow to seek,
In what place soever he he,
And bring ashore with all bis might,
Or into Scotland he shall carry me."
" A hundred men," the king then aaid,
" Out of my realm shall chosen be,
Beades sailors and ship-boys.
To guide a great ship on the sea.
Bowmen and gunners of good skill.
Shall for this service chosen be,
And they at tliy command and will
In all affairs shall wait on thco."
Lord Howard eall'd a gunner then,
Who was die best in all the realm.
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SIR ANDEEW
Has age was threescore years and ten,
And Peter Simon was his name.
My lord call'd then a bow-man rare,
Whose active hands had gained fame
A gentlemaa horn in Yorkshire,
And William Horsely was his name.
" Horsely 1 " quoth he, " I must to sea.
To seek a traytor, with good speed :
Of a hundred bow-men brave," quoth he,
" I have chosen thee to he the head."
" If you, my lord, have chosen me
Of a hundred men to be the head.
Upon the mainmast I'll hanged be,
If twelve-score I miss one shilling's breadth."
Lord Howard then of courage bold.
Went to the sea with pleasant cheer,
Not curbed with winter's piercing cold,
Tho' it was the stormy time of year.
Kot long had. he been on sea,
More in days than number three,
But one Henry Hunt then he espy'd,
A merchant of Newcastle was he.
To him Lord Howard call'd out amain.
And strictly charged him to stand ;
Demanding then from whence he came.
Or where he did intend to land.
The merchant then made answer soon.
With heavy heart and careful mind,
"My lord, my ship it doth belong
" Unto New-castle upon Tine."
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" Canst ttou show me," the lord did say,
" As thou didst sail hy day and night,
A Scottish rover on the sea,
His naroe is Andrew Barton, knight ? "
Then ihe merchant sighed and said.
With grieved mind and well-a-way,
" But over well 1 know that wight,
I was his prisoner yesterday.
" As I, my lord, did sail frota France,
A Bnrdeaue voyage to take so far,
I met nith Sir Andrew Barton thence,
Who robb'd me of my merchant ware.
And mickle debts God knows I owe,
And every man doth crave bis own ;
And I am hound to London now.
Of our gracious king to beg a boon."
" Show me him," said Lord Howard then,
" Let me once the viHain ace,
And every penny he hath from thee ta'en,
ni double the same with shillings three,"
"Now, God forbid," the merchant said,
"I fear your aim that you will miss;
Giod bless you from his tyranny,
Por little you think what man he is,
" He is brass within and steel without,
Hi s ship most huge and mighty strong,
Wilh eighteen pieces of ordinance.
He carrieth on each side along.
With beams for his top-castle.
As also being huge and high,
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t ANDREW BAKTON.
" Hard news thou shcwat," then said the lord, kb
" To welcome stranger to the sea ;
Bat as I said. Til bring him aboard,
Or into Scotland he shall carry me."
The merchant said, " If thou will do so,
Tate counoel, then, I pray withal : no
Let no man to his top-castle go,
Wor strive to lot his beams downfall.
" Lend me seven pieces of ordnance then,
Of each side of my ship," said he,
"And to-morrow, my Lord, 116
Again I will your honour see.
A glass I set as may be seen,
Whether you sail by day or night ;
You shall see Sir Andrew Barton, knight." 120
The merchant set my lord a glass,
So well apparent in his sight,
That on the morrow, as his promise was,
He saw Sir Andrew Barton, knight:
The lord then swore a mighty oath, 12s
" Now by the heavens that be of might,
By faith, believe me, and my troth,
I thmk he is a worthy knight."
'■ Fetch me my lyon out of hand,"
Saith the lord, "with rose and streamev high; lEo
329-133. Ill some copies this stanza is wrongly placed
after the next.
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6 SIR ANDREW BAKTON.
Set up withal a ivillow-wand,
That merchant like I may pass by ; "
Thus hravely did Lord Howard pass,
And on anchor rise so high;
No top-sail at last he east,
Bat as a foe did him defie.
Sir Andrew Barfon seeing him
ThuB scornfully to pass by,
As iho' he cared not a pin
For him and his company ;
Then called he his men amain,
" Fetch back yon pedlar now," quoth
And ere this way he comes again,
ril teach him well hia a
A piece of ordnance soon waa shot i«
By this proud pirate fiercely then.
Into Lord Howard's middle deck,
Which cruel shot killed fourteen men..
He called then Peter Simon, he :
"Look how thy word do stand instead, iso
For thou' shall be banged on main-mast.
If ihou miss twelve score one penny breadth."
Then Peter Simon gave a shot,
Which did Sir Andrew mickle scare.
In at his deck it came so hot, w.
Killed fifteen of his men of war.
"Alas," then smd the pirate stout,
" I am in danger now I see ;
This is some lord, I greatly fear,
That is set on to conquer me." lei
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SIE ANDSEW BAETOK. 201
Tbcu Henry Hunt, with rigour hot,
Came bravely on the other side,
Who likewise shot in at his deck,
And killed fifty of his men heside.
Then " Out alaa," Sir Andrew cryd, is
"What may a man now think or aayl
Yon merchant thief that pierceth me,
He was my prisoner yesterday."
Then did he on Gordion call
Unto the top castle for to go, "i
And bid his beams he should let fall,
For he greatly fear'd an overthrow.
The lord call'd Horsely now in haste ;
" Look that thy word stand in stead,
For thou shall he hanged on main mast, "
If thou miss twelve score a shilling's breadth."
Then up [the] mast tree swerved he,
This stout and mighty Gordion j
But Horsely he most happily
Shot him under his collar-bone : w
Then cail'd he on hia nephew (hen,
Said, " Sister's son, I have no mo,
Three hundred pound I will give thee.
If thou will to top-castle go."
Then stoutly he began to climb, la
From off the mast scorn'd to depart ;
But Horsely soon prevented him.
And deadly pierced him to the heart.
His men being slain, then up amain
Did this proud pirate climb with speed, ib
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" Come hither, Horseley ," said the lord,
" S«e thou thy arrows aim aright ;
Great means to tbee I will afford,
And if thoTi spGedat, I'll make thee knight."
Sir Andrew did climb up the tiee.
With right good will and all his main ;
Then upon the breast hit Horsley he,
Till the arrow did return again.
Then Horaley spied a private place,
With a perfect eye, in a secret part ;
His arrow swiftly flew apace,
And smote Sir Andrew to the heart.
" Fight on, fight on, my merry men all,
A little I am hurt, yet not slain ;
m but lie down and bleed awhile.
And come and fight with you B^ain.
"And do not," said he, " fear English rognea,
And of your foes stand not in awe.
But stand fsirt by St. Andrew's crosse.
Until you hear my whistle blow."
They never heard this whistle blow.
Which made them all fiill sore afraid.
Then Horsely said, "My Lord, aboard,
For now Sir Andrew Barton's dead."
Thus boarded they his gallant ship.
With right good will and. all their niain ;
Eighteen score Scots alive in it.
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am ANDREW BA.RTOK.
Besides as many more was slain.
The lord went where Sir Andrew laj,
And quickly thence cut off Ms tead ;
" I shonld forsake England many a day,
If thou mert alive as thou art dead."
Thus from the wars Lord Howard came,
With mickle joy and triumphing ;
The pirate's head he brought along
For to present unto our king :
Who haply unto him did say,
Before he well knew what was done,
" Where is the knight and pirate gay,
That I myself may give the doom ? "
" You may thank God," then said the lord,
"And four men in the ship," quoth he,
That we are safely come ashore,
Sith you never had such an enemy ;
That is Henry Hunt, and Peter Simon,
William Horsely, and Peter's son ;
Therefore reward them for their pains.
For they did service at their turn."
To the merchant therefore the IGng he said,
" In lieu of what he hath from thee tane,
I give thee a noble a-day,
Sir Andrew's whistle and his chain :
To Peter Simon a crown a-day,
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or cOEicniE.
And half-a-urown a-day to Peter's sou,
And that was for a, shot ao gay,
WWcli bravely brought Sir Andrew down.
" Horsely, I will make thee a knight,
And in Yorlshire thou ahalt dwell : a*
Lord Howard shall Earl Bury hight,
For this act he deseryeth well.
Ninety pound to our Englishmeu,
Who in this fight did stoutly stand ;
And twelve-pence a-day to the Sciote, till thoy ='
Come to my brother king's high land."
THE BATTLE OF COEICHIE ON THE HILL
OF FAIR, FOUGHT OUT. 28, 1562.
From Eyans's Old Ballmh, Ui. 132.
The favor shown by Queen Mary to he bo her
Lord James Stuart, on her first coming o Scotlan )
excited a violent jealousy in Gordon, Earl of Huntlj
who, as a Catholic, and the head of a loyal and pow
erful iamih m the North, espeet«d no sUght A stan tion
from his soveieign This jealousy broke out nto
open hostihtj when the Queen, in 1562 conferred
on her brother the earldom of Murray, the honors
ind revenues of which had been enjoyed H n ly
since 1548 Man was at tlus time on a p og e ? n
tht northern piit of her kingdom, attended by the
new eiil ind a tmill escort. Huntly collected his
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THE BATTLE OF CORICHIB. 2U
vassals and posted himself at a place ealleJ. the Fair
Bank, or Corichie, near Aberdeen. Muiray having
murpased his forces hy seven or eight hundred of the
Forbeses and Leslies, who, although attached to the
Huntly faction, dared not disobey (he Queen's sum-
mons, marched to the attack. As little confidence
could be placed in the good faith of the northern
reci-iuta, he ordered fliem to begin the battle. In
obedience to this command, they advanced against
the enemy, but instantly recoiled and refreated in a
pretended panic on Murray's reserve, followed by the
Gordons in disorder. The Qaeen's party received
both the flying and the pursaerE with an impenetrable
front of lances. Huntly was repulsed, and the other
northern elans, seeing how the victory was going,
turned their swords upon their friends. Many of the
Gordons were slain, and the Earl, who was old and
fet, being thrown from his horse, was smothered in
the retreat. His sons John and Adam were taken
prisoners, and the former was put to death at Aber-
deen the day after the battle.
The following ballad, it will be perceived, is utterly
at variance with the facts of history. It was first
printed in Evans's Old Ballads, and is said to be the
composition of one Forbes, schoolmaster at Mary-
Culter, on Dee-side. Tlie dialect is broad Aber-
MuRN ye heighlands, and mum ye leighlands,
I trow ye hae meikle need ;
For thi bonny burn o' Corichie
His run this day wi' bleid.
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2 THE BATTT.E OF COKICHIE.
Thi liopefu' kird o' Finliter,
Erie Huntly-a gaUant son,
For thi love hi bare our beauteous quine
His gar't fair Scotland mone.
Hi his bralcen his ward in Aberdene,
Tbrou dreid o' thi fause Murry,
And his gather't the gentle Gordone clan,
An' his father, aald Huntly.
Fain wid he tak our bonny guide quine,
An' beare hir awa' wi' him ;
But Murr3^s slee wyles spoil't a' thi sport.
An' reft him o' lyfe and lim.
Many gar 't rayse thi tardy Merna men,
An' An^s, an' mony ane mavr,
Erie Morton, and the Byres Lord Linaay,
An' campit at thi hill & Fare.
Erie Huntlie came wi' Haddo Gordone,
An' conntit ane thusan men ;
Bnt Murry had abien twal hunder,
Wi' aax score horsemen and fen.
I^ey soundit thi bougillg an' the tnimpils,
An' marchit on in brave array,
Till the spiers an' the axis foj^atherit.
An' than did begin thi fray.
Thi Gordones sae fercelie did fecht it,
Withouten terrer or dreid,
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That mony o' Murr y's men lay gaapin,
An' dyit tM grund wi theire bMd.
I'hen fause Murry fein^t to flee ttem,
An' they pursuit at his backe,
Whaa ihi haf o' ihi Gordones desertit,
An' tumit wi' Murray in a crack.
Wi hether i' thir bonnifa tliey turnit,
The trailer Haddo o' their heid,
An' slaid theire brithers an' their fatlieris,
An' spoilit an' lei't fhem for deid.
Then Murry cried to tak thi auld Gordons,
An' mony ane ran wi' speid ;
But Stuart o' Inehbraik had him stickit,
An' out guishit thi fat lurdane's bleid.
Then they teuke his twa sones quick an' hale,
An' bare them awa' to Aberdene ;
But fair did our guide quine lament
TM waeM chance that they were taiie,
Erie Murry lost mony a gallant stout man ;
Thi hopefu' laird o' Thornitune,
Pitiera's sons, an Egli's far fearit laird.
An maiv to mi unkend, fell doune.
Erie Huntly wist ten score o' his bra' men.
Sum o' heigh an' sum o' leigh degree ;
Skeenis youngest son, thi pryde o' a' the clan,
Was ther fun' dead, he widna flee.
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This bloody fecht wis fercely faui;ht
Octobri's aught an' twinty day,
Ctyslas' fyfteen Imndred thriscore yeir
An' twa will merk thi deidlie ftay.
But now the day maiet -waefu' came,
That day the quine did grite her fiU,
For Huntly'a gallant stalwart son,
Wis heidit on thi heidin hill.
F3^e noble Gordones wi' him haiigit were
Upoa thi samea fatal playne ;
Crule Murry gar't thi waefu' quine luke oi
And see liir lover an' liges alayne.
I wis our quine had better frinds,
I wia our country better peiee ;
I wis our lords wid na' discord,
THE BATTLE OF BALRINNE8,
When Philip the Second was preparing his Armada
for the conquest of England, ho spared no pains to
induce James of Scotland to faxfr his enterprise
Elizabeth, on her part, was not le'iS active to secure
the friendship of a neighbor, who bj opening or
closing his ports, might do so much to issist or to
counteract the projects of hPi cncmj Jamei had the
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wisdom to see that it was not for liia interest to ally
himself with a powor that Bought the extJnction of
the faith which he professed, and the eubjngation of a
kingdom to which he was the heir. The Spaoiah
overtures were rejected, and the great body of the
people, warmly applauding the king's decision, ent»red
into a combination to resist an attempt to land at any
point on the Seotlash eoasL There was, nevertheless,
a small party in Scotland which favoured the desigos
of Philip. At the head of this faction were the
Catholic Baris of Huntly, Errol, and Angus. Even
after the dispersion of the Armada, they kept np ne-
gotiatjona with the Prince of Parma and the King
of Spain, in the hope of restoring the ancient religjon,
or at least of obtaining for theraselves an eqnalily of
privileges with the Protestants. More than once were
the leaders of this parly committed to prison for overt
acts of treason, and released by the clemency of the
sovereign, but suffering as the Romanists did nndef
the oppression of a ftnatical majority, rebellion was
their natural condition.
After various acts of insubordination, continued for
a series of years, it was proved beyond question that
the Catholic earls had signed papei-s for an invasion
of Britain by 30,000 foreigners. A Convention of
Estates, summoned l» consider the affair, finally de-
termined that the three earls should be exempt from
further inquiry on account of this conspiracy, but that
before the first day of February, 1694, they should
either renounce the errors of Popery, or remove from
the kingdom. The Catholic leaders, relying on the
number of their supporters, and not less on the inac-
cessible nature of the country in which their estates
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216 TDE BA.TTLE OF BALRINNES.
lay, neomiuUj rejected the choice propoeed to them,
renewed their coiinectiona with Spiun, and were ac-
cordingly dedared gailty of high treason and subjected
to the doom of forfeiture.
IGng James's exchequer was at tliia time bo low
that it was impossible for him 1o undertake the enforc-
ing of this sentence in person. He was obliged to
delegate the office to the young Earl nf Ai'gyle, who
was induced to accept the appointment by the prom-
ise of a portion of Huntly's forfeited estates. The
prospect of booty and the authority of the chief of the
Campbells drew together sis or seven (honaand High-
landers, to whom were joined some hundreds of men
from the Western Islands, under the chief of Maclean.
With this body, one fourth of whom carried firelocks,
while the rest were armed after the Gaelic fashion,
Argyle descended from the hills towards Huntly's
castle of Strathbo^e.
The chief of the Gordons, suddenly aasEdled, had no
time to procure aaMatanoe from Angus He collected
about a thousand gentlemen of his own name, and
Errol came to his wd with two or three hundred of
the Hays. All these were men ot bnth, well armed
and mounted, and to this small, but powerful, troop
of cavalry, was added a trtuu of six field pieces (en-
gines very terrible to Highlanders), undei the manage-
ment of an excellent soldier, Ihe very same Captain
Ker, who has figured already in the ballad of Edom
o' Gordori.
The armies encountered at a place called Belrinnes
in a district called Glenlivet. The Highlanders were
posted on a mountain-side, so steep that footmen could
barely keep their hold. Notwithstanding this obstacle.
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BALHINNBS. 217
flic, Earls determined to attempt tlie ascent, and
Errol, sopported by Sir Patrick Gordon, led the Hays
vp the hill in the very face of the foe. While the
vanguard was advancing, Ker brought some of his
artillery to bear on Argyle's front, which threw the
Highlanders into confu'iion, and caused some of them
to fly. Errol's horsemen, however, were soon forced
by the steepness of the mountain fo wheel and move
obliquely, and their flank being thus exposed, their
horses sufiered considerable damage from a volley of
bullets and airows. Upon this Huntly made a fierce
attack upon Aisle's centre, and bore down his ban-
ner, and his cavalry soon after attaining , to more
even ground, where their horses could operate with
efficiency, the Highlanders, who were destitute of
laneea, and so unable to withstand the shock, were
driven down the other side of the hill, and put to
otter rout. The chief of Matlean alone withstood
the assault of the horsemen, and performed marvel-
louB feata of bravery, but was at last forced off the field
by his own soldiers, and Argyle himself was compelled
to fly, weeping with anger. Of the Catholics, Sir
Patrick Grordon, Huntley's uncle, was slain, with only
twelve others. The loss of the other party was several
hundred soldiers, be^des some men of note, among
tjiem Campbell of LochinzelL
This battle was fought on the third of October,
1594. The action is called the Battle of Glenlivet,
or of Balrinnes, and also of Strath-aven. — See the
38th chapter of Sir W. Scotfs History of Scotland,
and (he contemporary narrative in Dalzell's ScotisJi
Poems of the Shleenth Century, i. 1S6.
The ballad which follows is taken Irom the publica-
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218 THE K4TTT.E OF
liott of Dalzcll just mentioned, vol. ii. p. 347. There
is a copy in the Pepys Collection, and another in the
Advocated Library, printed at Edinburgh in 1681.
The ballad is also printed, undoubtedly from a stall
copy, iti Scarce Ancient Ballads, p. 29. The first
four stanzas had previously been given in Jamieson's
Popular Ballads, ii, 144. The older version of Dal-
zell is somewhat defective, and aboands in errors,
which, aa well as tiie vitiated orthography, are attrib-
uted to the ignoranoQ of an En^ish transcriber. The
omissions are here supplied in the ma:^n from the
other copies.
Betuixt Dunother and Aberdein,
I rais and tuik the way,
Beleiuing weill it had not beine
Nought hsJff ane hour to day.
The lift was clad with cloudis gray, s
And owermaskit was the moonc,
Quhilk me dooeaued whair I lay,
And maid me ryss ouer sooae.
On Towie Mountb I mett a man,
Weill grathed in hie gear: lo
Quotb I, " Q,uhat neues?" then he begane
To tell a fltt of warre.
Quoth he, " Of lait I heir,
Ane bloodie broust there was brouiae,
13-2i. Saying, " The ministers, I fear,
A bloody browat have brown, '*^
Foi' ysslei'dfty, witiiouthan mair,
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Zesterday, witiouten moir,
Upojie ane hill at Sfratlidoime."
Then I, as any man wold be,
Deayrous for to know
Mair of that tajll ho told to me.
The quhilk he said he aairo —
Be then the day began to daw,
And back 'viith him I red ;
Then be began, the soothe to schaw,
And on this wayis he said.
Maxiallenmore cam from the wast
With many a bow and brand ;
To wast the Rinnes he thought beat,
The Earll of Huntlies laud.
He swore that none should him gaineatand.
Except that ho war fay ;
Bot all aould be at his comaud
That dwelt be northen Tay.
" I saw Hiree lords in battle fight
Eight furiously awhile,
Huntlie Bud. Errol, as they hight,
Were both against Ai^yle.
Torn bfiok with me and ride a mile.
And I shall make It kend,
How they began, the form and atile,
And of tlia battles end."
Jaji
36. landiB.
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OF BALRIKKE3.
TJuto tlie noble Erll of Erroll,
Besouglit iim for Bupplia.
Quha said, " It is my dentie
For fo giu9 Huutlie support;
For if lie lossia Strabolgie,
My Slajnes will be ill hurt.
" Thairfoir I iald the subject VMoe,
Wold rave us of our right;
First sail one of us be slaine,
The nther tak the flight.
Suppose Ai^U be mache of might,
Be force of Heigheland mea;
We's be a motte into his sight,
Or he pas hame againe.
" Be blaiihe, my nurrie men, be blMthC;
Ai^ll sail have the worse,
Give he into this coutitrie kMthe,
I houpe in God[i]6 cross."
Then leap this lord upon his horss,
Aue warrljk troupe at Torray ;
To meit with Huntlie and his force,
They ryde to Elgine of Murray,
The samen night thir lordis meit ;
For utheris, who thought long,
(To teU zow aU, 1 haue forgot)
The mirthe was them amonge.
Then piayeria played, and Bongatere soi
To gled (he mirrie host,
Quho feared not thair foea strong,
Hor zet Ai^ylloa boatc.
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THE BATTLE OF BALRINSEa.
They for two dayes wold not remove,
Bot blaitLlie dranck tie wyne,
Some to his lass, some to his lotto,
Some to his ladeia fyne.
And he that thought not for to Uyne,
His mistrea toekin tackes ;
They kiat it first, and set it syne
Upone tharr helmes and jackes.
They past thaiv tyme right wantonly,
Quhill word cam at yo last,
Argyll, with ane great armie,
Approached wondrous fast.
Then [out] of the !x
And Huntlie to them said,
" Good gentillraen, w
To
Quhen they unto Strathbolgie came.
To that castell but dreid,
Then to ibrsee how thingis might frame,
thus in Lalng's copy.
When thBj tidIo Stni.
is unintelHgible in DhIksE. It si
Tooc
icilso
1 they gi
boggy CI
might frame,
For they had maiklfl need.
They voted tlien to do a deed
As kh-kmen do devise,
And pray'd that they might find good speed
In that great interprise.
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For they had meikle iieid,
They woned ihem unto the dead,
As kivkmen could deyys ;
Syne prayed to God that they might speed
Off thair guld cnterpryse.
Then eyirie man himself did araie,
To meit Mackallanmorne,
Unto Strathdoune qaho did great harme
The Wednesday beforne.
As lyounea does poore lambes doTOure,
"With bloodie teethe and n^lis,
They burnt the bigpngis, tiiik the store,
Syne slewe the peopillis sellia.
Besyd all this Me crueltie,
He said, ere he should ceass.
The standing stonnes of Strathbolgie
Setould be his palione place.
Bot HuntJie said, " Witb Godis grace,
Firat we sail flght them ones ;
Perchanee that they may fak the chess,
Ere they come to tlic stonnes."
Thir lordis keipt on at aftemoone,
With all thair warrmen wight;
Then sped up to Cabraet sone,
Whalr they bed all that night.
Upone the mome, quhen day was light,
They rose and maid them bonne
ludll ane casl«ll that stood on higbt.
They call it Auchindoune.
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THE BATTLE (
Beayd that castcll, on a eroft,
They stended paUionis ther ;
Then spak a man that had. bein oft
In jeopardie of warr;
" My lord, zour foes they ar to foar,
Thoughe we war neuir so atoute ;
Thturfoir tomand some man of warre
To watehe the rest about."
Be thia was done, some genlillmen
Of noble kin and blood,
To counscll with tbir lordis begane,
Of matteria to concluide ;
For Weill anevighe they underatood
The matter was of weght,
They had so mania men of good
In battell for to fight.
The firsfin man in counsall apak,
Good Errol it was he ;
Who sayia, " I will the vanegaard tack,
And leiding upone me.
My Lord Huntlie, come succour me,
When ze sie me oppreat ;
For fra the feild I will not ilie
80 long as I may laat."
Thair at some Gordones waxed wraithe.
And said he did them wrong ;
To lat thia lord then they warre leath
First to [the] battell gange.
The meiling that wag them amonge,
US. This line seoma to be corrupteil.
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4 THE BATTLE OF
Was no man tliat it hard,
Eot Huntlie, witi ane troupe full strange.
Bed into the reir gnarde.
Thir wer the number of thair foree
Thirlordiatobatfellled:
Ane thousand geulilliuea on horss,
And some fotemen they had ;
Thrie hwndreth that sehot arrowes bred,
Four scoir that hagbutis bore ;
Thir war the Tmmber that they had
Of footmen witli them suire.
This worthy chevahie
All merchand to the field ;
Ai^ll, vrith ane great armie,
Upone ane hill had tene heild,
Aboyding them [with] speare and scheild,
Witit bullettis, dartis, and bowes;
The men could weill tliajr wapones weild ;
To meit them was no inowes.
When they so near ather war come,
That ilk man saw his foe,
" Goe to, and assay the gaime," said some ;
Bot Capitane Ker said, "No:
181. Some words ere loet.
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First lat the giiiies befoir as goe,
That thoy may break the order :
Quoth both the lordia, "Lat it be so,
Or euer we goo forder."
Then Androw Gray, upone ane horss,
Betuijtt tbe battillfe red ;
Makand the signs of holy cross.
He lighted thair fthe} guaes to led,
Quhill they cam to the rest ;
Then Capitane Ker unto him sped,
And bad him shuit in haiat.
"I will not [shuit]," quothe Androw Gray,
" Quhill tbey cum over zonder hill;
We have an ower guid cans this dey,
Throiigt misgydins to spill.
Goe back, and bid our men byd still,
Quhill they cum lo the plaine ;
Then sail my shuitling doe them ill,
I will not shuit la vaine."
" Shuit up, shuit up," quothe Capitane Ker,
" Shuit up, to our comfort ! "
The firsten shot [it] was to neir,
It lighted all to schort.
The nixtin shot tbajr foes hurt,
It lighted wounderous weill ;
Quoth Androw Gray, "I eie ane sport,
Quhen they began to rejll.
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6 THE BA.TTLE OF BAT.KINNES.
" Groe toe, good mattes, and say the game,
Zonder folkis ar in a fray ;
Lat sie how we can well mth them,
Into thair disaray.
Goe, goe, it is not tyme to stay,
All for my bennisoune ;
Sauc non this day ze may gar dye,
QuliUl ze the feild haue woniie."
Then. Errol haisted to the hight,
Whair he did battell byd ;
With h'm went Auchindoune and Gight,
And Bonnitoune by his syd ;
Whair manie gentiUman did with him byd,
Whos prais soitld not bo amored ;
Bot Capitane Ker, that was thair gyde.
Red ay befoir my lord.
They war not manie men of werre,
Bot they war wonder trcwe ;
With hagbutJB, pistolet, bowe, and speare.
They did. thair foes persewe,
Quhair buUettis, darlis, and arrowes flew,
AIs thick as hiuU or rainc,
109-316. Then awful En'ol! he can aay
" Good fellows, foUon me:
I hope it shall he ours this day,
Or else therefore to die.
Tho they in number mBny be,
Set on, wlthontten words;
Let ilk brave fcUow brake his tree,
And tlien pursue with swords."
213. many wore. 218. within went.
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[] BATTLE OP I
Quhilk manie hnrt, and some they slew,
Of horsa and gentillmen.
Huatlle maid haist to succour Tiini,
And charged furiooelie,
Quhair manie menis sight grew dim,
The fihottis so thick did flic ;
Quhilk gart right manic doghtie die,
Ofsomeoneiieriesyd;
Argyll with his tald hoste did file,
Bot Macklenne did abyd.
Maeklene had one ane haherahoune.
Ilk lord had one ane jatfe ;
Togidder feirc[e]lie are fhey vune.
With manie a gunes crack.
The spleuderis of thair spearis they break,
Flewe up into the air,
Quhilk boore doune inaney on thair back,
" Alace, I sie ane sore sight,"
Said the Laird of Madtlenne ;
" Our feible folkis is tenne the flight,
S49-B6. Thm some men said, " We will be sii
And take Maclean by course ;
Go to, for we are men anew
To bear him down by foroe."
Bnt noble Errol had ramorae,
And said, " It Is not best.
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And left me mj-ne all^e.
Now must I flie, or eb be slaine,
Sinee they will not returne ;"
With that lie ran ouer ane dyne,
Endlong^s ane lytiR bnrDe.
Then after great Argylles hoste
Some horssmen tnik the chees,
Quha turned their hackes for all thair host,
ContrMr die fooles say[s].
Thsy cried " oh," with manie " alace,"
Bot neiiir for mereie sought ;
Thairfbir the Gordones gaue no grace,
Beeaus they craved it nought.
Then some guidman pei^etued sharpe,
With Ewoll and Huntlie,
And thai with [a] eapitano did oarpe,
QuhMS name was Ogilvie.
He sayis, " Gentillaken, lat see
Who manieat slaine slaydig ;
Save non this day ze may gar die.
For plcadja, nor ransome paynes."
. " What graatar hanonr oonld ye wish
111 deeds of oliiyaJry,
Or brare viotory than this,
Whers one has ohac'd thrioa Uirae ?
Tharefore, goad feliows, let Mm be;
He'll die befora he yield;
For he with his Bmnll company
Bade longest in the field."
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OF BALEINNES.
Lyk hartes, up howes and hillis thai ran
Quhair horsmen might not ivmii :
" B«teir i^aine," quoth HuntJie then,
" Quhfur we did first begin.
Heir lyes manie carved akinnea,
With manie ane bloodie heard,
For anie helpe, with litell dinne.
Sail rotte aboiie tte card."
When they cam to the hill againe,
The sett doune one tbair kneea,
Syne thanked Giod that they had slaine
See manie enimies.
They ros befor Argylles eyis.
Maid Capitane Ker ane knight ;
Syne bod among the dead bodies,
Whill they war out of sight.
Thia deid ao doughtilie was done,
A3 I hard treive men tell,
Upone ane Thursday afternoone,
St. FranecisewillbefeO.
a05-12. Now I kave you already tauld, 3<
Huntly and EitoI's men
Conld scaice be fhirtaea hnndrad oslled,
The trntb if ye would keo.
And yet Argyle his thonaatids ten
Were tiiey that tools the race, a
And tiio that tLiey were afna to ane.
They caused [them] take the ohaoe.
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) BONNT JOHN SETON.
Guid AucKndoTine was slaine Hmself,
With uther seven in battell ;
So was the Laird of Lochinzell,
Grate pilJe wjb to tell.
BOSNY JOHN SETON.
Thi3 ballad is taken from Maidment's North Courir
trie Garland, p. 15. There is another version itt
Bnchan's Ballads of ilie North of Scotland, ii. 136
(The Death of John Seton).
John Seton of Pitmedden, a young and brave
cavalier, was shot tbrough the middle by a caunon
ball, daring the skirmish at the Bridge of Dee, while
engaged, under Ihe Viscount of Aboyne, in resisting
the advance of Montrose upon the town of Aberdeen,
in June, 1639. It was the hard fate of Aberdeen to
suffer from the arms of Montrobe, first, when he was
general of lie Covenanters, and again while he was
813-20. Sae Argyle's boaat it was in VBin,
(He thought sure not to tyne)
That If be durst cum to tlie plain, ™
He would gar every nine
Of Mb lay hold upon ilk man
HuntlyandErrolhad:
But yet for all hia odds he ran
To tell how ill he sped. ^^
810. fled.
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EONNT JOHN SETON. 231
lieutenant for the King. The murd r and pillage
perpetrated in the town by the Irish after the defeat
of Lord Burleigh, in 1644, have heen made the sub-
ject of violent reproach by his enemies but it miy
perhaps be said, that for all that ex teded the usual
horrors of war, the heroic eoBimandei was not respon
sible. In Buohan'a version of the pieient billad the
clemency shown by Montrose on taking possession of
the city in 1689 is conimemorated in tiiree stanzas
wor&y of preservation. The Covenanters were " re-
solved to have sacked it orderly."
Out it apeeks the galliuit Mantrose,
( Grace on his &ir body ! )
" We wjnna bum the bonny bnrgh,
We'U even lat it he-
Then out it speaks tho gallant Montrose,
" Tonr purpose I will break;
y bnrgh.
"I see the women and their children
Cliiabing the oraigs sae hie ;
We'll sleep this night in the bonny bnrgh,
"Upon the eighteenth day of June,
A dreary day to see.
The Southern lords did pitch their camp
Just at the bridge of Dee.
Bonny John Seton of Pitmeddin,
A hold baron was he,
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2 BONinc JOHS 3BT0N.
He made Hs testament ere he went out,
The mser man was he.
He left his land to his young son,
His lady her dowry,
A thousand crowns to his daughter Jean,
Yet on the nurse's knee.
Then out came his lady fair,
A tear into her o'e ;
Says " Stay at home, my own goori lord,
stay at home with me 1 "
He looked over his left shoulder,
Cried, " Souldiers, follow ma ! "
then she looked in his face,
" God send me back my steed again,
But ne'er let me see thee 1 "
His name was Major Middleton
That manned the bridge of Dee;
His name was Colonel Henderson
That let the Ci
His name was Major Middleton
That manned the bridge of Dee ;
And his name was Colonel Henderson
That dung Pitmeddiu in three.
Some Tode on the black and gray.
And some rode on the brown,
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BONKY JOHN SETON.
But the bonny John Seton
Lay gasping on the ground.
Then bye there comes a false Forbes,
Was riding from Drimiuere ;
Says " Here there lies a proud Setou,
This day they ride tho rear."
Cragievar said to Ms men,
" You may play on your shield ;
For the proudest Setou in all the Ian'
This day lies on the field."
" spoil him, spoil him," cried Civigievar,
" Him spoiled let me see ;
For on my word," said Cra^evai',
" He had no good will at nie "
They took from him his armour clear,
His sword, likewise Iiis shield;
Yea Ihey have left him naked there
Upon the open field.
The Highland men, they're clever men
At handling aword and shield.
But yet they are too naked men
To stay in battle field.
The Highland men are clever men
At handling sword or gun,
39. Sir William FocbeB of CrHgievar.
55-63. The Highlanders wbtb' thrown tatg great a
nation by cannon shot, to which they vera not aoausl
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WS OF CEOMDALE.
Is like thunder ii
There's Dot a. man
Can face the oau
THE HAWS OF CEOMDALE.
Eileen's ScoUts/i Soitgs, H. iO, Johnson's Museimi, p. 603.
This ballad, Tery popular in Scodand, was long
Bold on the stalla before it was received into the eoE-
lections. A glance will show tiiat it has at best been
very imperfectly transmitted by oral tradildon. In
fact, the Ettrick Shepherd seems to be right in m^-
taining that two widely separated events are here
jnmbled ft^ether. Tbe first five stanzas apparently
refer to an action in May, 1690, wben Sir Thomas
Livingston surprised fifteen bnndred Highlanders in
their beds at Cromdale, and the remainder to the lost
battle of Auldern, where Montrose, with far inferior
forces, defeated Sir John Harry with prodigious
slaughter, on the 4th of May, 1645. Mr. Stenhouse
At tlie Said of Stonehaven, jnat previoua to the affiiir of
the Briilge of Dee, the fiist volley maSe them wheel about
and fly in disorder. Thoy declared that they eoulii not abide
" the muakat's mother."
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states, indeed, tbat after that imprudent division of
flie army of the CoTenaat which opened the way to
the disaster at Auldern, Hurry surprised and routed
at Cromdale a body of Highlanders under the iion-
hearted Allaster Macdonald. But this check appears,
by his own language, to have been too slight an afiw
to call forth anch verses aa those with which iiie baUad
b^ns. See Hi^'s Jacobite Relics, ii. 157, Johnson's
Museum (1853), iv. 438.
As I came in by Achendown,
A little wee bit frae the town,
When to the highlands I was bown.
To view tbe haws of Cromdale,
I met a man in tartan trews,
I spier'd at him what was the aews :
Quoth he, " The highland army rues
That o'er we came to Cromdale."
"We were in bed, sir, every man,
When the English host upon us came ;
A bloody battle then began
Upon the haws of Cromdale.
"The English horse they were so rude,
They bath'd their hoofs in highland blood.
But our brave clans tbey boldly stood.
Upon the haws of Cromdale.
" But alas ! we eould no longer stay,
For o'er the hills we came away,
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; HAWS OF CEOMDALE.
Thus the great Montrose did say,
" Can you direct the nearest way ?
For I will o'er the hills this day,
And yiew the haws of Cromdale."
" Alas, my lord, you're not so strong ;
You scarcely have two thousand men,
And there's twenty thorisand on the plan
Stand rank and file on Cromdale."
Thus the great Montrose did say,
" I say, direct the nearest way.
For I will o'er the hills this day,
And see the haws of Cromdale."
They were at dinner, every man,
"When great Montrose npon them came ;
A second battle then began
Upon the haws of Cromdale.
The Granls, Mackonzies, and M'Kys,
Soon as Montrose ttey did espy,
O then they fought most yehemently,
Upon the haws of Cromcl^e.
The M'Donalds, they return'd again,
The Camerons did their standard join,
M'Intosh play'd a bonny game,
Upon the haws of Cromdale.
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THE HAWS OF CROMDALE. ic
The M'Grcgora fought like lyons bold,
M'Phersons, none could them controul,
M'LaucWins fought like loyal souls,
Upon the haws of Cromdale.
[M'Leana, M'Dougals, and M'Neals,
So bQldly aa they took the field,
And made their enemies to yield.
Upon the haws of Cromdale.]
The Gordons boldly did advance,
The Fraziers [fought] with sword and lance,
The Grahams they made their heads to dance,
Upon the haws of Cromdale.
The loyal Stewarts, with Montrose,
So boldly set upon their foes.
And brought them down with highland blows,
Upon the haws cS Cromdale
Of twenty thousand Cromwells meu
Five hundred went to Aberdeen,
The rest of them lyes on the plain,
Upon the haws of Cromdale.
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OF ALFORB.
THE BATTLE OF ALFOED.
Two months after the defeat of Sir John Hurry at
Auldern., Montrose atteriy destroyed the otlier divis-
ion of the covenanting army, under General Baillie, at
Alford on the Don. On the 2d of July, the King's
forces marched from Dnimminor, and crossed the
Don to Alibrd, Montrose and the Earl of Aboyne
taking up their q^uarters In the castle of Aslonn.
Baillie, who was now in pursuit of the royalists,
moved southward, and encamped on the day just
mentioned, at Lesiy, The next morning he crossed
the river (halting on the way near a farm called
Mill Hill), Tvhereupon the battle took place. Mon-
trose dearly pTirchased this new victory by the Iobb
of Lord George Gordon, who commanded the right
wing, not the left-
These fragmenUry verses are from The Thistle of
ScoUand, p. 68.
The Graham[s and] Gordons of Aboyne
Camp'd at Drumrainor bc^ ;
At the castle there they lay all night,
And left them scarce a hog.
The Mack Baillie, that auld dog.
Appeared on our right ;
We quickly raise np frae the hog,
To Alford maruh'd that night.
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THE BATTLE OP A.LFOKD.
We lay at Lesly all night,
They camped at Asloun ;
And up we raise afore daylight,
To ding the be^ars doim.
Before we was in battle rank,
We was anent Mill Hill;
I waf full weel they gar'd ua rue,
We gat fighting our fill.
They hunted U3 and dunted ua,
They drare us here and there,
Untill three hundred of our men
Lay gaaping in their lair.
The Eart of Mar the right wing guided.
The colours stood him by ;
Lord Geot^e Gordon the left wing guided,
Who well the sword could ply.
There came a ball shot frae the west
That shot him through the back ;
Although he was our enemy,
We grieved for his wreck.
But yet it came that way ;
In Scotland there was not a matj;h
To that man where he lay.
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240 THIi BATTLE (
THE BATTLii; OF PENTLAMD HILLS.
Mintlrelsy of ihe ScoUiah Border, ii. 308
" Thb insurrection commemorated and magnified
in the follomng ballad, as indeed it has been in soma
histories, was, in itself, no yerj important affair. It
bogaa in. Dumfriea-sliire, where Sir James Turner, a
soldier of fortune, was employed to levy the arKtrary
fines imposed &>r not attending the Episcopal churches.
The people rose, seized Lis person, disarmed hia sol-
diers, and, having continued together, resolved to
march towards Edinburgh, expecting to he joined by
their Mends in that quarter. In this they were disap-
pointed; and, being now diminished to half their
number, they drew up on the Penlland Hills, at a
place called Rullien Green. They were commanded
by one Wallace ; and here Ihey awaited the approach
of General Dalziel, of Binns; ■who, having marched
to Calder, to meet them on the Lanark road, and
finding, that, by passing throngh Collington, they had
got to the other side of the hills, cat through the
mountains and approached them. Wallace showed
both spirit and judgment: he drew up his men in a
very strong situation, and widistood two chaises of
Dalziel's cavalry ; but, upon the third shock, the
insurgents were broken and utterly dispersed. There
was very httle slaughter, as the cavalry of Dalziel
were chiefly gentlemen, who pitied their oppressed
and misguided countrymen. There were about fifty
killed, and as many made prisoners. The battle was
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THE BATTLE OF PENTI.ASD HITL^ 241
fought OE the 28th November, 1666 , a dd,y itill
oliBerved by the scattered remnant of the Cameronian
sect, who regularly hear a fleld-prcaehing upon the
field of battle.
" I am obliged for a copy of the ballad to Mr. Lit-
ingstj>n of Airda, who took it down from the n
of an old woman residing on his estate.
" The gallant Grahams, menljoned io the t
Graham of Claverhonse's horae." Scott.
The gallant Grahams cam from the ■west,
Wi' their horses black as ony oraw ;
The Lothian lada they marched fast,
To be at the Khyns o' Gallowa.
Betwi.^t Dumfiiea town and Atgyle,
The lads they marched mony a mile ;
Souterg and tailors unto them drew.
Their covenants ftir to renew.
The Whigs, they, wi' their merry cracks,
Gar'd the poor pedlars lay down their packs ;
But aye sinsync they do repent
The renewing o' their Covenant.
At the Mauchline muir, where they were revinv
Ten thousand men in armour abow'd ;
But, ere they came to the Brockie's burn,
The half of them did back return.
General Dalyell, as I hear tell,
Was our lieuienant-general ;
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And Captain Welsb, wi' his ivit and skill,
Was to guide them on to the Pentland hill.
General Dalyell held to the hill,
Asking at them what was their "will ;
And who gave them this protestation,
To rise in arms against the nation ?
"Although we all in armour be,
It's DOt against his majesty;
Nor yet to spill our neighhour'a bluid,
But wi' the country we'll conclude."
"Lay down your arms, in the King's name,
And ye shall a' gae safely hame ; "
But they a' cried out wi' ae coneent,
" We'll fight for a broken Covenant."
" O well," says he, " since it is so,
A wiliii' man neyer wanted woo ; "
He then gave a sign unto his lads,
And they drew up in their brigades.
The trumpets blew, and the colours flew.
And every man to his armour drew;
The Whigs were never so much aghast.,
As to see their saddles foom sae fast.
The cleverest men stood in the van,
The Whigs they took tieir heels and ran ;
But such a raking was never seen.
As the raking o' the Eullien Green
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THE BEADING SHIKMISH.
THE HEADING SKJKMISH.
Several companiea, priucipallj Irish, belongiag
to the army of King James, and statioced at Eeadiog,
had quitted the town in coiiaequence of a report that
the Prince of Orange was adTaneing in that direction
with the main body of his forces. On tie departure
of the gamson, the x)eople of Reading at once invited
the Prince to take possession of the place, and secure
them against lie Irish. Ent the Ejng'e troops, having
learned that it was only a small detachment of Wil-
liam's soldiers, and not the main army, by whom they
ware threatened, returned and reoccupied their post.
Here they were attacked by two hundred and fifty
of the Dutch, and though numbering six hundred,
were soon put to flight, with the loss of their odors and
of fifty men, the assailants losing but five. This skir-
mish occurred on Sunday, the 9th of December,
1688.
This piece is extracted from Groker's Historical
Songs of Ireland, p. 14, Percy Society, vol i., and
was tiere ^ven from a colleetion of printed ballads in
the British Museum. The burden seems to be derived
from the following stanza of LiUi bwlero :
"Mow, now de heretics all go down,
By Clireist and St. Patrick de nation's our own,
Liai, #c.
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THE EI[:4DING P
THE EEADINQ SKIRMISH;
miSII ROUTED BY THE "
FiTB hundrad paplsbes came there,
To make a final end
Of all thfl town, in time of prayer,
But God did thent defend-
To the tune of Lilli iorlero. Licensed according b
order. Printed for J. D. in the year 1688.
We came into brave Reading by niglit,
Five hundred horsemen proper and tall ;
Yet not resolved fturly to fight,
But for to cut the throats of them all.
Most of U9 was Irish Papists,
Who vowed to kill, then plunder the town ;
We this never doubted, but soon we were routed,
By Chreest and St. Patrick, we all go down.
In Reading town we ne'er went to bed ;
Every soul there mounted his horse,
Hoping next day to fill (hem with dread ;
Yet I Bwear by St. Patrick's crosB,
We moat shameftilly was routed :
Fortune was pleased to ^va us a ftown,
And blasted our glory : 111 tell you the story,
By Chreest and SL Patrick we all go down.
We thought to slay them all in their sleep,
But by my shoul, were never the near.
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THE KEADISG SKIRMISH. 24S
The Leretjeks their guard did so keep,
Which put ns in a trembling fear. w
We concluded eomething further,
To seize the charchea all in the town.
With kilhng and slaying, while they were a praying.
But we were routed, and soon run down.
Nay, hefore noon, we vowed to despatch a
Every man, nay, woman and child ;
This in our hearts we freely did hatch.
Vowing to make a prey of the spoil.
But we straightwaja was prevented.
When we did hope for fame and renown ; au
In less than an honr we [are] forcM to seoure ;
By Chreest and St. Patrick, we are run down.
We were resolved Keading to clear.
Having in hand the flourishing sword ;
The bloody sceen was soon to appear, 3i
For we did then hut wait for the word ;
While the ministers were preaching.
We were resolved to have at (heir gown ;
But straight was surrounded, and clearly confounded.
By Chreest and St. Patrick, we all go down. 4n
Just as we all were fit to fall on.
In caaie the Dutch with fury and speed ;
And amongst them there was not a man,
But what was rarely mounted indeed ;
And rid up as fierce as tygera, «
Knitting their brows, they on us did fliiwn ;
Not one of them idle, their teeth held their bridle.
By Chreest and St. Patritk, we were run down.
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246 THE KBADING SKIRMISH.
They never sfood to use many words,
But in all haste up to ub they flocked,
Itt their right handa their flonrishing swords,
And their left carbines ready coet'd.
We were foroed to fly before them,
Thorow the lanes and strcota of the town ;
While they pursued after, and thi-oaten'd a slaughter,
By Chreest and St. Patrick, we were run down.
Then being fairly put to iho rout.
Hunted and drove before 'urn like dogs,
Our captain bid iM then face about,
But we wisht for our Irish bogs.
Having no great mind for fighting,
The Dutch did drive ua thorow the town ;
Our foreheads we crossed, yet atill was unhorsed.
By Chreest and 8t, Patrick, we're all run down.
We threw away otu' swords and carhinea.
Pistols and cloats lay strow'd on tho lands ;
Cutting off hoofs for running, uda-doyns,
One pair of heels was worth two pair of hands.
Then we called on sweet St. Coleman,
Hoping he might our victory crown ;
But Dutchmen pursuing poor Teaguea to our ruin,
By Chreest and St, Patrick, we're all run down.
Never was Teaguea in so much distress,
As the whole world may well understand ;
When we came here, we thought to possess
Worthy estates of houses and land ;
B9. Edward Coleman, hanged st n'yburn in 1678, for h
participation in ths ropish Plot,— Choxer.
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IINDAUKTI!D LONDONDKllKr. 24
But we find 'tis all a stoiy,
Fortune Is pleased on us to frown :
Instead of onr riches, wo stink in our breecliea,
By Chrecat and St Patrick, we're all run down.
They call a thing a three-legged mare,
Where they will fit each neck with a noosie,
Then with our heads to say our last prayer,
After all this tfl die in our shoea.
Thence we pack to purgatory ;
For uB let all the Jesuits pray ;
Farewell, Father Peters, here's some of your
Would have you to follow the self-same way.
UNDAUNTED LONDONDERKT.
The story of the siege of Londonderry, " the most
memorable in the annals of tie British isles," is elo-
quently told in the twelfth chapter of Maeaulay's
HiMoTy of England. It lasted one hundred and five
days, from the middle of April to the first of August
(1689). During that time the garrison had been
reduced from about seven thousand men to about
three thousand. Famine and pestilence slew more
than the fire of the enemy. In the last month of the
siege, there was scarcely any thing left to eat in the
city but salted hides and tallow. The price of a dog's
paw was five shillings and sixpence, and rats that had
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> LONDONDEjmr.
fed on the bodies of the dead were eagerly hunted
and Blain. The courage and self-devotion of the de-
fenders, animated \tj a lofty public spirit and sus-
tained by religious zeal, were at last rewarded by a.
glorious triumph, and will never cease to be cele-
brated witb pride and enthusiasm by llie Protestants
of Ireland.
The ballad is here given as printed in Croker's
Historical Songs of Ireland, p. 46, from a black letter
copy in the British Museum. The whole title runs
thus: Undaunted LondomUrry ; or,the Victorious Pro-
testants' constant success against the provd Frer^ch
and Irisfi Farces. To the Tune of Lilli Borlero.
Protestant boys, both yalliant and stout,
Fear not the stren^h and frown of Borne,
Thousands of them are put to the rout.
Brave Londonderry tells 'nra their doom.
For their cannons roar like thunder, a
Being resolved the town (o maint^n
For William and Mary, etill brave Londonderry
Will give the proud French and Tories their bane.
l^me after time, with powder and balls,
Protestant souls they did 'uta salute, lo
That before Londonderry's stout walls
Many are sliun and t^en to boot.
Nay, their noble Dtifce of Berwick,
Many reports, is happily tane,
13. In a Bally which was rnade by tha gaiTison towards
the end of April, the Duke of Berwick is said to have received
a slight wound in tlie back.
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UNDAUNTED LONDONPEEKY. 2VJ
Where etill they confine Km, and will not rexga him,
Till they have ^vea the Tories their bane. u
Into the town their hombs they did throw,
Being resolved to fire the same,
Hoping thereby to lay it all low.
Could they but raise it into a flame. so
But the politiiious Walker,
By an intreague did quail them agfun,
And bl^ied the glory of French, Teagne, and Tory ;
By policy, boya, he gave them their bane.
Thundering stones they laid on the wall, a.v
Keady agfunst the enemy came,
With which they voVd the Tories to mawl,
Whene'er they dare approach but the same.
And another sweet invention.
The which in brief I recton to name ; so
A sharp, bloody slaughter did soon follow after,
Among the proud Pveneh, and gave them their bane.
Stubble and straw in parcels they l^d,
The which they striughtways kindled with speed;
By this intreague the French was betrayed, as
Hinking the town was fired indeed.
Then they placed their scaling ladders,
And o'er the walls did scour amain ;
Tet strait, to their wonder, they were cut in Hunder,
Thus Frenchmen and Tories met with their bane. «i
21. Tlie Rev. George Walker, re
more, the hero of the defence,
lofty pillar, rising from a bastion
ttJned the heaviest fire of the ben
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250 UNDAUNTED londondghey.
Suddenly then ttey opened tbeir gate,
Sallying forth wjtli vigor and miglit ;
And, as the truth I here may relate,
Protestant boys did valliantly fight.
Taking many chief commanders, *s
While the sharp fray they thus did maintain,
With i^igorous courses, they routed their forces,
And many poor Teagues did meet with their bane.
While with their blood the canae they have sealed,
Heaven upon their actions did frown ; w
Frotestaats took the spoil of the field,
Cannons full fiye ihey brought to the town.
With a luaty, large, great mortav.
Thus they returned wilh honor and gain,
While Papisfs did sconr irom Protestant power, m
As fearing they all should suffer their bane.
In a short lime we hope to arrive
With a vast army to Ireland,
And the affairs so well well eontrive
That they shall ne'er have power to stand »
Gainst King William and Queen Mary,
Who on the throne does flourish and reign;
Well down with the faction that make the distraction,
And give the proud Freneh and Tories their bane.
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PEOSI.IUM eiLLICRANKIiWDM. 2ji
PEOELIUM GILLICEANKIANUM. See p. 152.
Flom JohnEoii'E-Jfaaeum, p. 106.
Gkahamius notabilis coegerat montanoa,
Qui clypeis et gladils fugarunt Anglicanoa ;
Fugerant VaUicolte, atque Puritani,
Cacavere Batavi et CameroniaDi.
Grahajniiis ntirabilis, fbrtieaimua Aloidea,
Cujus regi faerat intemerata fides,
Agiles mouficolas marte inapiravit,
Et duplioatum numerum hoatium profligaviL
Nobilia appamit Formilodunenais,
Cujus in rdDcUes striugebatur enais ;
Nobilia et BBnguine, nobilior virtute,
Regi devotisamuB iutus et in cute.
Piicunus lieroicua, Hector Scoticanus,
Cui mens fidells iuerat et invicta maatus,
Capita rebellium, is exeerebravit,
Hosfes uuitiasiuioa ille dimicavit.
Gleogariua magnanimus atciue bellicoaus.
Functus ut Eneas, pro rego animosus,
Portia atque strenuua, bostss expugnavit,
Sanguine rebellium campos coloravit.
Surrexerat fidelifer Donaldua Inaulanua,
Pugnaverat viriKter, cum copiia Skyanie,
Pater atque filii nou dissimularunt,
Scd pro rege pioprio unanimes pugnarunt.
Macleanius, circumdatus tribo martiali,
Semper, dcvinctissimua familiie regali.
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GILLICRANKIASUM.
Portitoj' pugQaverat, more atavorum,
Deinde dissipaverat tnrrnas Batavormn.
Strenuus Lochielios, multo Oaraerone,
Hostes ense peremit, et abrio pu^ono ;
Ibtos et intrepido3 Oreo dedicaTit,
Impedimenta liostium Blaro rcportavit.
Macneillius de Bara, Glencous Kepocliaiius,
Balleelimus, cum fratre, Stuartiis Apianns,
Pro Jacobo Septjmo fbrtiter geasere,
Pugilea fortiseiiai, feUciter vioere.
Canonic us clarissinius Gallovidianua,
Acer et indomitus, consilioque aanus,
Ibi dnx adfuerat, speetabilis persona,
Nam pro tuenda pattia, huno pepcrit Eeiiona.
Ducalidoni dominum spreverat gradivus,
Nobilis et Juyenis, fortis et activus;
Nam eran catlvum principem exulem audiret,
Redit es Hungaria ut regi iaserviret.
Illic et adfuerat tutor Eanaldorum,
Qui strenue pugnaverat cum copiis virorum ;
Et ipse Capetaneus, aetate puerili,
Intentus est ad prrolium, spiritu yirili.
Glomnoristonua junior, optimits bellator
Subito jam factus, haotenus venalor,
Perduelles Wliggeos ut pecora prostravit,
Ense et fulmineo Mackaium fugavit.
Regjbns et le^bua, Seotiei eonatantes,
Voa clypeis et gladiis pro prinoipe pugnantes.
In cantis et historia perpes e
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THE UOYNE WATER.
THE BOYNE WATEE.
This momentous battle TOas fought on the 1st of
Julf, 1690. James had a. strocg position aai Hatty
thomand men, two thirds of whom were a worthless
rabble. William had tiirty-six thousand splendid
soldiers. The loss on neither side was great. Of
James's troops there fell fifteen hundved, the flower
of his army ; of the conqueror's not more than five,
but with them the great Duke of Schomberg. The
present versiou of this ballad is from Croker'a His-
torical Songs of Ireland, p. 60, given from a MS. copy
July the first, in Oldbridge town,
There was a grievous battle,
Wliere many a man lay on the ground,
By the cannons that did rattle,
King James he pitched hia tents between
The lines for to retire ;
But King William threw his bomb-balls in,
And set them all on fire.
Thereat enraged, they vow'd revenge.
Upon King William's forces ;
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4 THE BOYNE WATEE.
And often did cjy Tehemently,
Tbat they would stop their coureeB.
A bullet from the Irish came,
Which grazed King William's arm;
They thought his majesty was slain.
Yet it did l^im little harm.
Duke Schomberg then, in friendly care,
His king would often caution
To shutt the spot where bullets hot
Eetain'd their rapid motion.
But William said — " He don't deserve
The DEuae of Faith's defender,
That would not venture life and limb
To make a foe surrender."
When we the Boyne began to cross.
The enemy they descended ;
But few of our brave men were lost,
So stoutly we defended.
The horse was the fii'st that marched o'ei
The foot soon followed a'ter,
But brave Duke Sehomberg was no mor
By venturing over the water.
When valiant Schomberg he was slair
King Wilham thus accosted
His warlike men, for to march on,
And he would be the foremost.
" Brave boya," he said, " be not disma
For the losing of one commander;
For God will be our king this day,
And III be general under."
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THE BOTNE WATER. 255
Then stoutly we the Boyne did cross,
To give our eaemies battle ;
Our cannon, to our foea great cost,
Like thundering claps did rattle,
In m^eatic mien our prince rode o'er, is
His men aoon followed a'ter ;
With blows and shouts put our foea to tho route,
The day we crossed the water.
The Protestanls of Drogheda
Haye reasons to be thankful, to
That they were not to bondage brought.
They bwng but a handful.
First to the Tholsel they were brought,
And tied at Milmount a'ter.
But brave King WilHam set them ftee, b
By venturing over tiie water.
The cunning Frcncb, near to Duleek
Had taken up their quarters,
And fenced themselves on every ade,
Sijll waiting for new orders. m
64. "After the battle of the Boyne, tie Popish garrison of
Drogheda took tiia Protestants out of prison, into which they
had thrown them, and caiTied tham to ihs Mount; where
they expected the cannon would piny, if King Wilham'a
forcaa besieged the town. They tied Ijiem together, and sei
them to FBceive the shot; but tLeir hearts jailed them who
were to defend the place, and so it pleaaed God to pceserva
the poor ProtBBtanta."— jtfemoii'8 of /retofld, (fc, cited by
Qfokec.
57. " When, in the ooiirse of the day, the battle approached
James's position on the hill of Donoce, the warlike prince
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256 THE BOTNE WATER.
But in the dead time of the night,
Tkey set the field on fire ;
And long before the moming light,
To Dublin they did retire.
Then s^d King 'William to his men,
After the French departed,
" I'm glad," said he, " that none of ye
Seemed to be faint-hearted.
So sheath your swords, and rest awhile,
In time we'll follow a'tcr ; "
These words he uttered with a smile.
The day he crossed the water.
Come, let us all, with heart and voice,
Applaud our lives' defender,
Who at the Boyne his valour shewed,
And made his foes surrender,
To God above the praise we'll ^ve.
Both now and ever a'ter.
And bless the glorious memory
Of King William that crossed the Boyne ^
put himself at the head of his French, allies, and li
retreat; tha Kiag and tto French coming off without a
— O'Drisool, cited, by Crokor.
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TUE WOMAK WAREIOR.
THE WOMAM WAERIOR,
Who liv'd m Cow-Cr033, near Wcst-Smithfleld ; «ho, chang-
ing her apparel, entered herself on board in quality of a
Eoldier, and. a^led to Ireland, where she TnUiintly behaved
herself, particulaily at the siege of Cork, where she loat
her toea, and received a mortal wonnd in her body, of
which she since died in her return to London,
From Durfey'3 PiUa to Purge SielaacMy, v. 8.
COBK waa taken September 27-29, 1690, by the
Duke (then Earl) of Marlborough, with the coSpera-
fioQ of the Duke of Wirtembeig, The Duke of
Grafton, then serving aa a volunteer, was mortally
wounded while advancing to the assault. Croker sug-
gests fbat tbia lamentation for the heroine of Cow-
Cross, "the Mary Ambree of hor age," was one of
the many inchrect efiforts made to bring the military
aldll of Marlborough into popular notice.
Lbt ika females attend
To the lines which are penn'd,
For here I shall give a relation
Of a young marry'd wife,
Who did venture her life, a
For a soldier, a soldier she went from the nation.
She her husband did leave,
And did likewise receive
Her arms, and on board she did enter,
And right valiantly went, lo
With a resolution bent
To the ocean, the ocean, her life there to venture.
VOL. TII. 17
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258 THE WOMAN
Yet of all the ship's crew,
Not a seaman that knew
They then had a woman so near 'em
On the ocean so deep
She her council did keep,
Ay, and therefore, and therefore s
She was valiant and bold.
And would not be controul'd a)
By any that dare to offend her ;
If a quarrel arose.
She would give hkn dry blows,
And the captain, the captain did highly commend
For he took her to be at
Then of no mean degree,
A gentleman's son, or a squire ;
With a, hand white and fair,
There vrss none could compare,
Which the captain, the captain did often admire.
On the Irish shore, si
Where the cannons did roar,
With many stout lads she was landed;
There her life to expose,
She lost two of her toi^, ss
And in battle, in battle was daily commended.
Under Grafton she fought
Like a brave hero stout,
And made the proud Tories retire ;
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THE WOMAK WARKIOB. 259
She in field did appear 40
With a heart void of fear,
And she bravely, ahe bravely did charge and give
fire.
While the battering balls
Did assault the atrong walls
Of Cork, and sweet trnmpelB sounded, 4s
She did bravely advance
Where by unhappy chance
This young female, young female, alas I she was
■wounded.
At the end of the fray
Still she languishing lay, m
Then over the ouean they brought ber,
To her own native shore :
Now they ne'er knew before
That a woman, a woman had been in that slaughter.
What she long had coneeal'd w
Now at lei^tii she reveal'd,
That she waa a woman that ventur'd ;
Then to London with care
She did straitways repair,
But she dy'd, oh she dy'd, e'er the city she enter'd "o
When her parents beheld,
They with sorrow was fill'd,
For why, they did dearly adore her ;
In her grave now she lies,
Tis not watery eyes, es
No, nor sighing, nor sighing that e'er can restore her.
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THE BATTLE Ol' SHERIPP-HmR.
A DIALOGUE
COGUE TWA SHBPHEUDS, "WHA WBRE I'BEDIN'S
THEIR FLOCKS ON THB OCHIL-DILIS ON TOE »AY
THE BATTLE 01- BBERIFF-MOOR WAS FOUGHT.
(See p. 156. From Eitsoii's ScotUih Songs, ii, &7.)
W. Prat came you here the flglit to shun,
Or keep the sheep ■with me, man ?
Or was you at the Sheriff-moor,
And did the hattie see, man ¥
Pray tell whUk of the parties won ? 5
For well I wat 1 saw them run,
Both south and north, when they begun.
To pell and mell, and kill and fell,
With muskels snell, and pistols knell,
And some to hell «"
Did flee, man.
T. But, my dear Will, I kenna still,
Whilk o' the twa did lose, man ;
For well I wat they had good akill
To set upo' their foes, man : "
The red-coats they are train'd, you see,
The clans always disdain to flee,
Wha then should gain the victory ?
But the Highland race, aU in a brace,
With a swift pace, to the Whigs di^race, »
Did put to ehace
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THE BATTLJ! OF SIIEKIFP-MUIK.
W. Now how diel, Tam, can this be true ?
I saw the chace gao north, man.
T. But well I wat they did pursue
Them even unto Forth, man.
Frae Dumblain they ran in my own sight,
And got o'er the bridge with all their might,
And those at Stirling took their flight ;
Gif only ye had been wi' me,
You had seen them flee, of each degree,
For fear to die
Wi' sloth, a
W. My sister Kate came o'er the hill,
The left wing gen'ral had na stiU,
The Angus lads had no good will
That day their neighbours blood W spill ;
For fear by foes that they should lose
Tbeir cogues of brose, all crying woes-
Yonder tjiem goes,
D'ye see,
T. I see but few like gentlemen
Amang yon frighted crew, man ;
I fear my Lord Panmiire be slain,
Or that he's ta'en just now, mac :
For tho' hia officers obey,
His cowardly commons run away.
For fear the red-coats them should slay ;
The sodgers hail make fhcir hearts fail ;
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262 THE BATTLE OF SHERIFP-IIUIK.
See bow they stale, and turn tlioir tail,
And rin to flail
W. But HOW brave Angus comes agaja
Into the second fight, man ;
They swear they'll rather dye or gain,
No foes shall them affright, man :
Argyle's best forces they'll withstand,
And boldly fight them aword in hand,
Give them a general to command,
A man of might that will but fight,
And take delight to lead them right.
And ne'er doslro
The flight, me
But Flandrekins they have no skill
To lead a Scotish force, man \
Their motions do our courage spill.
And pat us to a loss, man.
Toull hear of us far better news,
When we attack like Highland trews,
To hash, and slash, and smash and bruise.
Till the field, tho' braid, be all o'erspread.
But coat or plaid, m' corpse that's dead
In their cold bed,
That's moss,
T. Twa gen'rals frae the field did run,
Lords Huntley and Seaforth, man ;
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OF SHEEIFF-MTJIR. i
They (.Tj''il and run grim deatb to shun,
Those heroes of the Noi-th, man ;
They're fitter far for book or pen,
Than under Mars to lead on men ;
Ere they came there tiey might well ken
That female hands conld ne'er gain lands ;
'Tis Highland hrands that conntermands
ArgatUcan bands
Frae Forth, n
W. The Camerons scow'r'd as they were mad,
Lifting their neighbours cows, man,
MKenzie and the 8t«wart fled,
Witbont phil'beg or trews, man :
Had they behav'd like Donald's core,
And Irill'd aU those came them before.
Their king had gone to France no more :
Then each Whig saint wad soon repent,
And strait recant his covenant.
And rent
It at the news, n
T. MGregors they fer off did stand,
Badenacb and Athol too, man ;
[ hear they wanted the command,
For I beLeve them true, man.
Perth, Fife, and Angus, wi* fhcir horse,
Stood motionless, and some did worse,
For, tho' the red-ooata went them cross.
They did coiwpire for to admire
Clans run and fire, left wings retire,
While rights intire
Pui'suc, mar
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264 ItP AND WAR THEM a', willii;.
W. But Scotland liaa not mueli to say,
For Bueh a fight as this k,
Where baith did figbt, taith run away ;
The devil take the miss is
That every officer was not slain
That run that day, and was not ta'en,
Either fiying from, or to Dumblidn ;
When Whig and Tory, in their 'futy,'
Strove for glory, to our sorrow,
The sad story
Hush is
UP AND WAR THEM A', WILLIE, See p. 156.
From Herd's Scofisk Songs, ii. 234. The same in
Biteon's Scolish Songs, ii. 73. Burns furnished a
somewhat difierent version to Johnson's Museum
(p. 195, also in Cromek's Select ScolisA Songs, ii. 29),
which he obtained from one Tom Neil, a carpenter in
Edinbui^h, who was famous for his singing of Scottish
Bongs. The title and burden to this version is Up
and warn a', Willie, an allusion, says Bums, to the
crantara, or warning of a Higliland clan to arms,
■Hhich the Lowlanders, not understanding, have cor-
rupted. There is another copy in Hogg's Jaeohile
JCelict, ii. 18, which is nearly tbo same as the fol-
lowing.
When the Earl of iVIar first raised his standard,
and proclaimed the Chevalier, the ornamental ball on
the top of the staff fell off, and the superstitious High-
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landers interpreted tlie eircumstance as oimiious of ill
for their cause. This is the incident referred to in
the tliird stanza.
When we went to the field of war,
And to the weapon-shaw, Willie,
With true design to stand our ground,
And chace our faes awa', Willie,
Laiii^s and lords came there hedeen,
And vow gin they were pra', Willie ;
Up and war 'em a', Willie,
Wcr 'em, war 'era a', Willie.
And when our army was drawn up,
The bravest e'er I saw, Wiilie,
We did not doubt to rax the rout,
And win the day aud a', Willie ;
Pipers pla/d frae right to loft,
" Fy, fourugh Whigs awa'," Willie.
Up and war, S^c.
But when our standard was set up,
So fierce the mni did bla', Willie,
The goUen knop down from the top
Unto ground did fa', Willie ;
Then second-sighted Sandy said,
" We'll do nae good at a', Willie."
Up <md lear, ^c.
When hra'ly they attack'd our left.
Our front, and flank, and a', Willie,
Our bald commander on the green,
Our faes their leit did ca', Willie,
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And there the greatest slaugliter made
That e'er poor TonaJd saw, Willie.
Up and lear, §■«.
First when they savr our Highland mob,
They swore they'd slay as a', Willie ;
And yet ane fyl'd his breika for fear,
And so did rin awa', Willie:
We drave him back to Bonnyhrigs,
Dragoons, and foot, and a', Willie.
Up and war, ^c.
But when their gen'ral view'd our lines.
And them in order saw, Willie,
He straight did march into the town,
And back hia left did draw, Willie r
Thus we tatight them the better gate,
To get ft better fa', Willie.
Up and )oar, g-c.
And then we rally'd on the hills,
And bravely up did draw, Willie ;
But giu ye spear wha wan the day,
I'll tell you what I saw, WilUe ;
We baith did fight, and baith were beat,
And baith did run awa', Willie,
So there's my canty Highland sang
About the thing I saw, Willio.
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i MAKQUis OF huntlet's
THE MARQUIS OF HUNTLEY'S KETEEAT
FROM THE BATTLE OF SHERIFFMIHR.
Sea p. lea. Fiom A New Book of Old Ballad, p. 30.
HoGa inserted this ballad in the Jacobite Relics,
ii. 13, naing, says MMdment, the editor of the publi-
cation died above, a very imperfect manuscript copy.
The following version was taken from tlie original
broad-iside, supposed to be unique. There are very
conaderable variations in the language of the two
copies, and the order of the stanzas is quite different.
This says H(^, " is exclusively a party song, made
by erane of tiie Grants, or their adherents, in obloquy
of their more potent ndghbours, the Gordons. It is
in a great measure untrue ; for, though the Marquis
of Huntley was on the left wing at the head of a body
of horse, and among the gentlemen that fled, yet two
battalions of Gordons, or at least of Gordon's va^als,
perhaps mostly of the Clan Chattan, behaved them-
selves as well as any on the field, and were particularly
instrumental in breaking the Whig cavalry, or the
left wing of their army, and driving them back among
their foot. On this account, as well as that of the
bitter personalitiea that it contains, the " song is only
curious as an inveterate party song, and not as a
genuine humorous description of the fight that the
Marquis and his friends were in. The latter part of
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268 THE HAKQTJis OF Huntley's beteeat,
the [third] stanza seems to allude to an engagement
that took place at Dollar, on the 24th Octoher, a fort^
night previous to the battle of Sherifftnuir, Mar
had. despatched a small hody of cavalry to force an
assessment from the town of Dunfermline, of which
Argyh getting notice, sent out a stronger party, ■who
surprised them early in the morning before daylight,
and arrested them, killing some and taking seventeen
prisoners, several of whom were Gordons, The last
stanza [but one] evidently alludes to the final sub-
misaon of the Ma,rquis and the rest of the Gordons to
King George's government, which they did to the
Grants and the Earl of Sutherland. The former had
previously taken possession of Castle Gordon ; of
course, the malicious hard of the Grants, with his ill-
scraped pen, was not to let that instance of the humU-
ialion of his illustrious neighbours pass unnoticed. —
Jacobite Relics, vol. ii. p. 255.
From Bogie aide to Bogie Gight,
The Gordons all conveen'd, man.
With all their might, to battle wight.
Together close they join'd, man,
To set their king upon the throne, t
And to protect the church, man ;
But fy for shame ! they soon ran hame,
And left him in the lurch, man.
Void as the Marquis ran,
Coming from Dumblane, man I
Strabogie did b — t iUelf,
And Ensie mas not clean, man.
S. weight. 4. closs.
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rHE MAKQUIS OP
Their ohieftain was a man of fame,
And doughty deeds had wrought, man,
Which future ages still shall name,
And tall Bow well he fought, man.
For when the battle did begin,
Immediately bis Grace, man,
Put spurs to Florance, and ao ran
By iH, and wan the race, man.
Vow, ^c.
The Marquis' horse was first sent forth,
Glenbueket'a foot to back them,
To give a proof what Ibey were worth.
If rebels durst attai^k them.
WifJi loud huzzas to Huntly's praise,
They near'd Dumfermling Green, man.
But fifty horse, and de'il ane mcdr,
Tum'd many a Highland clan, man.
The second chiefttun of that clan.
For fear that he should die, man,
To gain the honour of his name,
Bais'd first the mutinie, man.
And then he wrote unto his Grace,
The great Duke of Ai^le, man.
And swore, if he would grant him peace,
The Tories he'd beguile, man.
Vow, ^c.
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270 TIIE MARQUIS or HDKTLEr'S RETREAT.
The Maater viith the bullie's face,
And mth the coward's heart, man,
Who never fails, to his disgrace, b
Xo act a traitor's part, man.
He join'd Dxumboig, the greatest knave
In all the shire of Fife, man.
He was the first the cause did leave,
By council of his wife, man. m
Few, §-c.
A member of tlie tricking trade.
An Ogilyie by name, mau,
Conaulter of the grumbling club,
To his eternal shame, man,
Who would have tbougbt, when he came out, ^
That ever he would fail, man ?
And like a fool, did ea,t the cow,
And worried on the taU, man.
Meffan Smith, at Sheriff Mnir,
Gart folk believe he fought, man. ; »
But well it's known, that all he did,
That day it serv'd for nought, man.
For towards night, when Mar march'd off,
Smith was put in the rere, man ;
SS Master of Smolah', whose Courfr-Marlial has been
printed with an exoeedmgly intereRttog preface by b'jr
Wlltar Scott, ia his coatnbution to the BoKbmgh Club
49 David Smith was then proprietor of Methven, as
estate in Perthshire He died hi 1736 Douglas, in hia
Baronige, terms him, ' i man of gooil porta (rtLit lagftcitv.
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THE MAHQTJIS OF DUNTI-ET'S RETREAT. 271
He ours'd, lie swore, he bauipe]d out, bb
He would not stay for fear, man,
Vow, ^c.
But at the first lie aecm'd to be
A man of good renown, man ;
But when tte grumbling work began,
He prbv'd an arrant lown, man. «>
Against Mar, and a royal war,
A letter he did forge, ina,n ;
Against tis Prince, he wrote nonsense,
And swore by Koyal Geoi^, man.
At PoinetJi boat, Mr. SVancis St«wart, (s
A valiant hero stood, man,
In acting of a royal part.
Cause of the royal Wood, man.
But when at Sheriff Moor he found
That bollJng would not do it, ro
He, brother like, did q^uite his ground.
And ne're came back unto it.
Brnnstane said it was not foar
That made him stay behind, man ;
But that he had resolv'd tliat day 'i
To sleep in a whole skin, man.
64. Altered in M8, to " German George." — M.
66. Brother to Charles, 6th Earl of Moray. Upon hl3
brother's death, Tth Ootohei, ITES, ho became the 6th Earl.
He died m the 66th year of hie age, on the llfh Deeember,
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272 THE MARQUIS OF Huntley's retreat.
The gout, ie said, made liim take [bed],
When batUe first began, man ;
But when he heard his Marquis fled,
He toot his heels and ran, man. i
Sir James of Part, he left his horse
In the middle of a wall, man ;
And durst not stay to take hun out,
For fear a knight should fall, man ;
And Maien he let sucb a crack,
And shewed a pantiek fear, man ;
And Craigieheads swore he was shot,
And curs'd the chance of wear, man.
When they maroh'd on the Sheriff Moor,
With courage stout Mid keen, man ;
Who would have thought the Gordons gay
That day should quite the green, man?
Auehleacher and Auchanaehie,
And all the Gordon tribe, man,
Like flieir great Marquis, they could not
The smell of powder bide, man.
Glenbuicket cryed, " Plague on you all,
For Gordons do no good, man ;
For all that fled this day, it is
Them of the Seaton Mood, man."
Clashlirim said it was not so,
And that he'd make appear, man ;
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THE MARQUIS OP Huntley's retreat.
For he, a Seaton, stood that day,
Wien Gordons ran for fear, man.
Vov^, §-c.
The Gordons they are kittle flaws,
They'll fight with heart and baud, man ;
When they met in Strathbogie i-aws
On Thursday afternoon, man ;
But when the Grants came douii the brae,
Their Enzie shook for fear, man ;
And all the lairds rode up Ihcmselves,
With horse and riding sear, man.
Cluny plays his game of chess.
As sure as any thing, man ;
And hke the royal Gordons race, ns
Gave check unto the king, man.
Without a queen, ite clearly seen.
This gasaB cannot recover ;
rd do my best, then ja great haste
Play np the rook Hanover. lai
13. This seems rather Gordon of Clany tJiam Clunj Ms«-
irsoii. The estate of Cl-uiiy has passed from tho ancient
n, Uiough still possessed by a Gordon.— M.
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JOHNIE COPE.
JOIIME COPE, Seep. 168.
Johnson's Musmn (1868), toI, iv. p. 220, Eitson's Scottitk
Soass, ii. 84.
Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar,
" Charlie meet me, an. yo daur,
And PU learn you the airt of war,
If yonll meet wi' me in the morning."
Hey, Johnie Cope I are ye teaking yet f
Or are your drums a-beating yet f
If ye were waking, I would vmU
To gang to the coals i' the morning.
When Charlie looked the letter upon, i.
He drew his sword the scabbard from,
" Come, follow me, my merry men,
And well meet Jotnie Cope i' the morning."
Hey, Johnie Cope ! ^■c.
" Now, Johnie, be as good as your word.
Come let us try baith fire and aword, lo
And dinna flee lite a frighted bird,
Thaf s chased frae its nest i' the morning."
Hey, Johnie Cope I ^c.
When Johnie Cope he heard of this.
He thought it wadna be amiss
To hae a horse in readiness, is
To flee awa i' the morning.
Hey, Johnie Cope f §'c.
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JOIIKIE COPE.
" Fye now, Johnie, get up and vin.
The Highland bagpipes mak a din ;
It's best to sleep in a hale skin,
For 'twill he a bluddie moroing."
Hey^ Johnie Cope ! ^c.
When Johnie Cope to Dnnbar canie
They speayd at him, " Where's a' your mei
"The deil confovmd me g^ 1 ken,
For I left them a' i' the morning,"
Hey, Johnie Cope ! ^c.
" Now Johnie, troth, ye were na blate
To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat,
And leave your men in sic a strait,
So early in the morning."
ffey, Johnie Cope ! Sfc.
" In faith," quo Johnie, " I got mo flogs
Wi' their claymores and filabegs,
If I fiice them [again], deil break my legs,
So I wish you a' good morning."
Re)/, Johnie Cope I §■<;.
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KING LEIR AND HIS THREE DAUGHTERS.
FuOM A Collection of Old Ballads, ii. 8. The
ssaoe, with one or two trifling verbal differences, in
Percy's Eeligues, i. 346.
This story was originally (old by Geoffrey of Mon-
mouth, Histaria Britonum, lib. ii. c. 2. It occurs in
two forma in the Gesta Romanorum; see Madden's
Old English Versions, p. 44, p, 450.
Shakespeare's Siinj Zeiw was first printed in 1608,
and is supposed to have been written between 1603
and 1605. Another drama on the subjectwaa printed
in 1605, called The true Chronicle History of King
Zeir and Ms Three Davgkters, Gonorill, Ragan, and
Cordelia. This was prohably only a new impression
of a piece entered in the Stationers' Ee^gters as early
as 1694. The ballad which follows agrees with
Shakespeare's play in several pardculara in winch
Shakespeare varieB from the older drama and from
Hohnahed, the authority of both dramas. The name
Cordelia is also fonnd in place of the Cordelia of the
Chronicle History ; but, on the oilier hand, we have
Eagan instead of Shakespeare's Ecgan. In the ah-
sence of a date, we are unable to determine whether
the ballad waa written prior to the play of King Lear,
or was founded upon it.
King Leir once ruled in this land
Wili princely power and peace,
And had all things, with hearts content.
That might his joys increase.
Amongst those things that nature gave, s
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THKEB DACGHTEBS.
Three daughtera fiur had lie,
So princely eeeimng beautiful,
As fairer could not be.
So on a time it pleas'd the king
A question thus to move,
Wbicli of his daughters to his grace
Could shew the dearest Ioyc ;
" For to my age you bring conteut,"
Quoth he, " then let me hear,
Which of you three in plighted troth
The kindest will appear."
To whom the eldest thus began :
" Dear father, mind," quoth she,
"Before your face, to do you good,
My blood shall rendred be.
And for your sake my bleeding heart
Shall here be cut in twain,
Ere that 1 see your reverend age
The smaUeet grief sustain."
"And so will I," the second said ;
" Dear father, for your sake.
The worst of all extremities
111 gently undertake :
And serve your highness night and day
"With diligence and iove ;
That aweet content and quietness
Discomforts may remove."
" In doing so, you glad my soul,"
The aged king reply'd ;
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8 KING LEIR AND UlS
" But what say'st thou, my youngest ^rl ?
How is thy love ally'd ? "
" My love," quoth young Cordelia then,
" Which to your grace I owe,
Shall he the duty of a child,
And that is all I'll show."
"And wilt fhou shew no more," quoth he,
" Than doth thy duty bind ?
I well perceive thy love is small,
When as no more I find.
Henceforth I hanish thee my court ;
Thou art no child of mine ;
Nor any part of this my realm
By fevonr shall he thine.
" Hy elder sisters' loves are more
Than well I vaa demand ;
To whom I equally bestow
My kingdom and my land,
My pompous state and all my goods,
That lovingly I may
With those thy sisters ho maintoin'd
Until my dying day-"
Thus flattering speeches won renown.
By these two sisters here ;
Tha third had causeless banishment,
Tet was her love more dear.
For poor Cordelia patiently
Went wandring up and down,
Unhelp'd, unpitied, gentle maid,
Through many an English town.
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THREE DAUGHTERS.
Until at last in famous France
She gentler fortunes found ;
Though poor and bare, yet ste was deem'
The fairest on the ground ;
Where when the king her virtues heard,
And this &ai: lady seen,
With full consent of all his court
He made his wife and queen.
Her father, old King Leir, this while
With hie two daughters staid ;
Forgetful of their promie'd loves,
Full soon the same decay'd ;
And living in Queen Eagan's court,
The eldest of the twain,
She toofc from him his chiefest means,
And most of all his train.
For whereas twenty men were wont
To wait with tended knee,
She gave allowance hut to ten.
And after scarce to three,
Nay, one she thought too much for him ;
So took she all away,
Li hope that in her court, good king,
He would no longer stay.
"Am I rewarded thus," quoth he,
" In ^vjng all I have
Unto my cMldren, and to heg
For what I lately gave ?
I'll go unto my Gonorei :
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My aeeond cMld, I know,
Wai be more kind and pitiful,
And will relieve my woe."
Full fast he hies then to her court ;
Where, when she bears his moan,
Retum'd him answer, that she griev*d
That all his means were gone ;
But no way could relieve his wants ;
Yet if that he would stay
Within her kitchen, he should have
What scullions gave away.
When he had heard, with bitter tears,
He made his answer then ;
" In what I did, let me be made
Example to all men.
I will return again," quoth he,
" TJnto my Eagan's court ;
She willn
Butii
Where when he came, she gave command
To drive him thence away:
When he was well witbio her court,
She said, he would not stay.
Then back agun to Gronorell
The woeful ting did He,
That in her kitchen he might have
What BCuUion boys set by.
But there of that he was deny'd
Which slie had promis'd late:
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For once rofiisiDg, he should not
Come after to her gate.
ThuB twixt hia daughters for relief
He wandred up and down,
Being glad to feed on beggars food,
That lately wore a crown.
And calling to remembrance then
His youngest daughter's words.
That said, the duty of a child
Was all lliat love affords —
But doubting to repair to her,
Whom he had banish'd so.
Grew frantick mad ; for in hia mind
Ho bore the wounds of woe.
Which made him rend hia milk-white locks
And tresses from his head,
Aad all with blood beatain his ebeeks,
With !^e and honour spread.
To hills and woods and watry founts
He made bis hourly moan,
Till hills and woods and senseless things
Did seem fo sigh and groan.
ET'n thus posses'd with discontents,
He paaaed o'er to France,
In hopes from fair Cordelia there
To find some gentler chance.
Most virtuous dame ! which, when she heard
Of this her fafher'a grief,
As duty bound, she quickly sent
Him comfort and relief.
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282 KING LBIE AND HIS TDKEE DAUGHTEK5.
And by a train of noble peers,
In brave and gallant sort,
She gave in charge he should be brought is
To Agaaippns' court ;
Whose royal Hog, with noMe mind,
So freely gave consent
To muBtev up hia knights at anna,
To fame and courage bent. wi
And so to England came with speed,
To repossess King Leir,
And drive hia daughters from their thrones
By his Cordelia dear.
Where she, true-hearted, noble queen, ■«
Was in the battel slain ;
Yet he, good king, in hia old days,
Poaseas'd his crown again.
But when he heard Cordelia's death.
Who died indeed for love »f
Of her dear father, in whose cause
She did this battel move,
He swooning feU upon her breast,
From whence he never parted ;
But on her boaom left hia hfe n
That was so truly hearted.
The lorda and nobles, when they saw
The end of thoae eventa,
The other sisters unto death
They doomed by oi
whose noble.
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l^AIK KOSAMOKD.
And being dead, their crowns they left
Unto the next of Hn ;
Thus have you seen tlie fall of pride,
And disobedient sin.
FAIR ROSAMOND.
The celebrated niiatross of Henry the Second was
daughter to Walter Clifford, a baron of Herefordshire.
She bore the fcing two sona, one of them while he was
alill Duke of Normandy. Before her death she
retired to the convent of Godatow, and there she was
buried; but Hugh, Bishop of Lincoln, not courtly
enough to dislingtiish between royal and vulgar im-
moralities, caused her body to be removed, and
interred in tie common eemetary, "lest Cimatian
religion should grow in contempt."
The atory of Queen Eleanor's poisoning her rival
is not confirmed by the old writera, though they men-
tion the labyrinth. All the romance in Rosamond's
history appears to be the offspring of popular fancy.
Percy has collected the principal passages from the
chronicles in his preface to the ballad.
Fair Rosamond is the work of Thomas Deloney, a
well-known ballad-maker who died about 1600. Our
copy is the earhest that is known, and ia taken from
Deloney'a Strange Histories, ed. of 1607, as reprinted
by the Percy Society, vol. iii. p. 54. The same is
found in the Crown Garland of Golden Roses, ed.
1659 (Per. Soe. vol. vi. p. 12), and in the Oarland
of Good Wm, ed. 1678 (Per. Soo. vol. xsit. p. I.) :
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and besides, with trifling variations, in A CoUection
of Old Ballads, i 11, Percy's Eeliqwes, ii. 151, and
Ritson's Anci/'ni Sony^, ii 120, from black-letter
copies.
Another ballad with the title of the Unfortunate
Conciiiine, or, Rosamond'!, Overthrow, la given in tie
collection of 1723, vol i p I The story is also
treated in tte forty firit chaptei of Warner's Albion's
England. Warner has at least one good stanza,'
which is more than can be said of this wretched, but
very popular, prodnction.
Some corrections have been adopted from the
Crown Garland of Golden Roses.
When as King Henrie rul'd fliis land.
The second of that name,
Beside the Qaeene, he dearly loved
A faire and princely dame.
Most peerelesse was her beautie found, c
Her favour, and her face ;
A sweeter creature in this world
Did never prince imbrace.
Her crisped locks like threades of gold
Appeared to each mans sight ; lo
Her comely eyes, like orient pearles.
Did cast a heavenly light
The blood within her cristaU cheekes
Did such a euUoar drive,
I. WiOi thut she diisht her on the lips,
So dyid double red;
Hard was the heart that gave the blow.
Soft were those lips Ihat bled.
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As thOTigh the lilly and the rose
For maistership did strive.
Tea Bosamond, fair Bosamond,
Her name was called so,
To whome dame Elinor, our queene,
Was knowne a ornell foe.
The king therefore, for her defence
Against tie furious queene,
At Woodslwcke huylded Buch a bower,
The like was never seene.
Moat curiously that bower was buylt,
Of stone and timber strong ;
A hundred and flftic doores
Did to that bower belong :
And they so cunningly contriv'd,
With turning round about,
That none but by a clew of thread
Could enter in or out.
And for his love and ladyes sake,
That was so fair and bright,
The keeping of this bower he gave
Unto a valiant knight.
But fortune, that doth often frowne
Where she before did smile,
The kingea delight, the ladyes joy
Full soone she did beguile.
For why, the kings ungracious sonne,
Whom he did high advance.
Against his father raised warres
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6 TAIE ROSAMOND.
Within die realme of France.
But yet before our comely king
The English land forsooke,
Of Eosamond, his ladye faire,
His farewell thus he tooke :
"My Rosamond, my oaely Rose,
That pleaseth best mine eye,
The fairest Rose in all the world
To feed my fentasie, — ■
" The flower of my affected heart.
Whose sweetness doth escell,
My royall Rose, a hundred times
I bid thee now farewell !
" For I miist leave my fairest flower,
My sweetest Rose, a space,
And Crosse the seas to famons France,
Proude rebels to abace.
" But yet, my Rose, be sure fhou shalt
My comming shorily see.
And in my heart, wMle hence I am.
Be beare my Rose with mee."
When Rosamond, thai lady bright,
Did heare the king say so.
The sorrow of her greeved heart
Her outward lookes did show.
And from her eleare and cristall eyes
The teares gusht out apace.
Which, like fie silver-pearled deaw.
Ran downe her comely fiioe.
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FAIR ROSAMOND.
Her lippea, like to a oorrall red,
Did wase both wan and pale,
And for the sorrow she conceived
Her vitall spirits did fayle.
And falling downe all in a swound
Before King Henries fece.
Full oft tetwecae his princely armea
Her eorpeg he did imhrace.
And twenty times, with watsrie eyes,
He kist her tender cheeke,
Untill she had received againe
Her senses Milde and mceke.
" Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Eo
The king did ever say ;
" Becanse," qiioth she, " to bloody warrei
My lord mnst part away.
"But aithe your Grace in forraine eoaate
Among your foes unkind.
Must go to hazard life and limme.
Why should I stay hehind ?
" Nay, rather let me, like a page,
Your sword and taiget heare ;
That on my hrcast the blow may light,
Which should annoy you there.
" O let me, in your royall t«nt,
Prepare your bed at night,
And with sweet baths refresh your grace
I. hohad'iviv'd,— C. ff-
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8 FAIB ROSAMOND.
At your returne from fight.
" So I your presence may enjoy,
No toyle I wUl refuse ;
But waoting you, my life 13 death ;
Which doth trae love abuse."
" Content thy selfe, my dearest fiiflnd,
Thy rest at home stall bee.
In England's sweete and pleasant soyle j
For travaile fi.tB not thee.
" Faire ladyes brooke not bloody warres ;
Sweete peace ihair pleaaurea breeds,
The nourisher of heai-ts content,
Wliich faneie first doth feede.
" My Eose shall rest in Woodstock© bower,
With musickes sweete delight.
While I among the pierceing pikes
Against my foes do fight,
"My Rose in robes of pearl and gold,
With diamonds richly dight,
Shall daunce the galliards of my love.
While I my foes do smite.
"And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust
To be my loves defence.
Be carefull of my gallant Rose
When I am parted hence."
And therewithal! ho feteht a sigh.
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EAIH EOSAHOKD.
Ab though his heart would breate :
And Bosamoad, for inward griefe,
Not one plaine word could speake.
And at their parting well they might
In heaji; ho grieved sore ;
After that day, faire Eoaamond
The Eing did see no more.
For when his Grace had past the seas,
And into France was gone,
Queenc Elinor, with envious heart,
To Woodsfoeke came anone.
And foorth she cald this trusty knight
Which kept the curious bower,
Who, with his clew of twined Hireed,
Came from that famous flower.
And when that they had wounded him.
The queene his threed did get,
And went where lady Rosamond
Was lake an angell set.
And when the queene with stedfast eve
Beheld her heavenly face.
She was amazed in her minde
At her exceeding grace.
" Cast off from thee thy robes," she sayd,
" That rich and costly be ;
And drinke thou up this deadly draught,
Which I have brought for thee."
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3 FAIK ROSAMOND.
And pardon of the queens slie crav'd
For her offences all.
" Take pittie on my youthfull jeares,"
Fdre Kosamond did cry ;
"And let me not with poyson strong
Inforefed be to die.
" I will renounce this sinfuU life,
And in a cloyeter bide ;
Or else be banisht, if you please,
To range the world so wide.
"And for the fault which 1 have done,
Though I was forst thereto,
Preserve my life, and punish me
As you thinke good to do."
And with these words, her liUy hands
She wrang full often there ;
And downe along her lovely cheekes
Proceeded many a tears.
But nothing could this furious queene
Therewith appeased bee ;
The cup of deadly poyson filld,
As she sat on her knee,
She gave the comely dame to drinke ;
Who tooke it in her hand.
And from her bended knee arose,
And on her feet did stand.
And casting up her eyes to heaven.
She did tor mercy call ;
And drinking up the poyson then,
Her life she lost withall.
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FAIH ROSAMOND.
And when that death through every lim
Had done his greatest spite,
Her oMefest foes did plaine confesse
She was a glorious wight.
Her body then they did intombe,
When life was fled away,
At Godstow, neerc [to] Oxford towoe,
As may be seotie this day.
QUEEN ELEANOR'S PALL.
A CoHecUoa of Old BaSads, i. ST.
" I NEVBK was more surprised," says the editor of
the Colieolion of 1723, " than at the sight of the fol-
lowing ballad ; little expecting to see pride and wick-
edness laid to the charge of the most affable and most
virtuous of women : whose glorious actions are not
recorded by our historians only ; for no foreign writers,
who have touched upon those early times, have in
silence passed over this illustrious princess, and every
nation rings with tiie praise of Eleonora Isabella of
Caatila, King Edward's Queen. Father Le Monie, who
(in his GallMe des Femmes Furtes) has searched all
Christendom round, from ifs very infancy to the last
0,06, for five heroines, very partially bestows the first
place upon one of his own conn try- women, but gives
rtie second, with a far superior character, to thw
In this absurdly false and ignorant prodnction, the
well-beloved Eleonora of Castile is no doubt con-
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292 QuuEN uleaitok's fall.
fouadcd witli lier most unpopular mother-m-law,
Eleanor of Provence, the wife of Henry tte Third,
whose luxurious habits, and quarrels with the city of
London, might afford some shadow of a basis for tlie
impossible slanders of the ballad-singer. Queenhithe
was a quay, the tolls of which formed part of the
revenue of the Queen, and Eleanor of Proyence
rendered herself extremely odious by eompelling ves-
sels, for the sake of her fees, to unlade there. Chariag-
cross was one of thirteen monuments raised by Ed-
ward the First at the stages, where hia ijueen's body
rested, on its progress from the place of her decease
to Westminster. In the connection of both these
places with the name of a Queen Eleanor may be
found (as Miss Strickland suggcafs in her Lives of the
Queens) the germ of the marvellous story of the dis-
appearance at Charing-croBS and the resurrection at
That portion of the story which relates to the
cruelty exercised by the queen towards the Lord
Mayor's wife is borrowed from the Oesta Romanorum.
See Madden's Old English Versions, &c. p. 236, Oliinr
pus the EmperovT. Peele's Chronicle History of Ed-
ward the First exhibits the same misrepresentadons of
Eleanor of Castile. See what is said of this play in
connection with the ballad of Queen Eleanor's Con-
fession, vol. vi. p. 209. The whole title of the ballad
Being the Fall of Queen Eleanor, Wife to Edward the First,
King of England; ivho, for her pride, by God's Judgments,
sunk into tie Ground at Charing-croBB and rose at Quean-
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QUEEN ELEAN0E8 FALL.
When Edward was in England king,
The first of aU that name,
Proud Ellinor he made his queen,
A stately Spanish dame :
Whose wicked life, and sinfal pride,
Thro' England did exc«l :
To dainty dames, and galiant maids,
This queen was known full welL
She was the first that did invent
In coaches brave to ride ;
She was the first that brought this land
To deadly sin of pride.
Ko English taylor here could serve
To m^e her rich attire ;
But sent for faylors into Spain,
To feed her vain desire.
They brought in fashions strange and new.
With golden gavmentB bright ;
The farthingale, and mighty ruff,
With gowns of rich delight ;
The London dames, in Spanish pride,
Did flourish eveiy where ;
Our English men, like women then.
Did wear long locks of hair.
Both man and child, both maid and wift),
Were drown'd in pride of Spain ;
And thought the Spanish taylors then
Our English men did Gtain :
Whereat the queen did much despite,
To see our English men
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As any Spaniard then.
Slie cray'd tte king, Itat evVy man
That -wore long locks of hair,
Might then he cut and polled all,
Or shaved very near.
Whereat the king did seem content.
And soon thereto £^;reed ;
And first commanded, that his own
Should then be cut with speed :
And afto that, to please his queen,
Proclaimed Ihro' the land,
That eVry man that wore long hair
Shouhi poll him out of hand.
But yet this Spaniard, not content,
To women bore a spite.
And then requested of the king,
Agfunst all law and right.
That ev'ry womankind should haye
Their right breast cut away ;
And then with burning irons sear'd,
Tlie blood to stanch and stay I
King Edward then, perceiying well
Her spite to womankind,
Devised soon by policy
To turn her bloody mind.
He sent for burning irons straight,
All sparkling hot to see ;
And said, " queen, come on thy ws
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QUEEN ELEANORS FALL. 2
" I will begic ■witii thee."
Which worda did much displease the queen,
That penance to he^n;
But ask'd him pardon on her knees ;
Who gave her grace therein.
But afterwards she chanc'd to pass
Along brave London streets,
Whereas the mayor of London's wife
In stately sort she meets;
With music, mirth, and melody,
Unto the church they went,
To give God thanks, that to th' lord mayor
A noble son had sent.
It grieved much this spiteful queen,
To see that any one
Should ao exceed in mirth and joy,
Except herself alone ;
For which, she after did devise
Within her bloody mind,
And praclJs'd still more secretly.
To kill this lady kind.
Unto the mayor of London then
She sent her letters str^ght,
To send his lady to the court,
Upon her grace to wait.
But when the London lady came
Before proud Bl'nor's face,
She stript her from her rich array.
And kept her vile and base.
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She sent her into Wales with speed,
And kept her aeerct there,
And us'd her still more cruelly
Than ever man did hoar.
She made her wash, ehe made her starch,
She made her drudge alway;
She made her nurse up children small,
And labour night and day.
But this contented not the queen,
But shew'd her moBt despite;
She bound ibis lady to a post,
At tweWe a clock at night ;
And aa, poor lady, she stood hound,
The queen, in angry mood,
Did set two snakes nnto her breast.
That suck'd away her blood.
Thus died the mayor of London's wife,
Most grievous for to hear ;
Which made the Spaniard grow more proud,
As after shall appear.
The wheat that daily made her bread
Was bolted twenty times ;
The food that fed thia Btafely dame.
Was boil'd in costly wines.
The water that did spring from ground,
She would not (ouch at all ;
But wash'd her ha,nds with the dew of heav'n.
That on sweet roses fell.
She balh'd her body many a tune
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QUEEN Eleanor's fall.
In fountaina flU'd with millc ;
And ev'ry day did change attire,
In costly Median silk.
But coming then to London back,
Wilhin her coach of gold,
A tempest strange within the aides
This queen did there behold:
Out of which storm she could not go.
But there remajn'd a space ;
Four horses could not stir the coach
A foot out of the place.
A judgment lately sent from heav'n,
S'or shedding guiltless blood.
Upon this sinful queen, tbat aiew
The London lady good !
King Edward then, as wisdom will'd,
Acoue'd her of that deed ;
Bat she denied, and wiah'd that God
Would send his wrath with speed, —
If that upon bo vile a thing
Her heart did ever think.
She wish'd the ground might open wide.
And she therein might sink I
With that, at Charing-croas she sunk
Into the ground alive,
And after rose with life again,
In London, at Queenhithe.
Wben, after that, she languish'd sore
Full twenty days in pain.
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8 QUEEN ELEASOES FALL.
At last confese'd the lady's blood
Her guilty hand haxi slain :
And likewise, how (hat by a fryar
Sbe had a base-born child j
Whose sinftil lusts and wickedness
Her marriage bed defil'd.
Thus have you heard the fall of pride,
A just reward of sin ;
For those who will forswear themselves,
God's vengeance daily win.
Beware of pride, ye courtly dames.
Both wives and mEudeiis all;
That pride a
THE DUCHESS OF SUFFOLK'S CALAMITY.
Fkom Strange Histories, p. 17 (Percy Society, vol.
iii). Other copies, with variations, are in The Crovtn-
Garland of Gulden Roses, Part H. p. 20 (Percy So-
ciety, vol. XV.), and A Cdlectifm of Old Ballads, iii. 91.
The editor of Strange Histories informs ns that a, play
on the same subject ae the ballad was written by
Thomas Drew, or Drue, early in the reign of James
I., and printed in 1631, under the title of The
Duchess of Suffolk, her Life. He remarks further
that both play and ballad was founded upon the nar-
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TEE DUCHESS Of SUFFOLK. 293
rative of Fos, anno 1553 \^Acls and Monuments, in.
926, ed. 1641]; but the differences between Fox's
account and the story which follows are altogether too
great for this supposition to be true.
Katharine, daughter of Lord Willoughby of Bresby,
was first married to Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk,
and after his deatb to Kichard Berde, Esq., with whom
she was forced to fly from persecution in 1553, faking
reftige first in the Low Countries, and afterwards in
Poland.
Whisn God had taken for our sinne
That prudent prince. King Edward, away,
Then bloudy Bonner did bc^n
Hia raging mallico to bewray ;
All those that did the Gospell professe i
Thus, when the Lord on us did lower,
Many in pryson did he throw,
Tormenting them in Lollards tower.
Whereby they might the fcrueth forgoe : lo
Then Cranmer, Bidley, and the rest.
Were burnt in fire, that Christ profest.
Smithfield was then with faggofs fild,
And maaiy places more beside ;
At Coventry was Sanders kild, is
At Glocester eke good Hooper dyde ;
And to escape this bloudy day,
Beyond-seas many ilcd away-
9. There is said, to ba a place so called in the ai-chiepis-
oopal prfaoe at Lanibelh.
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THE DUCHESS OP SUFF0LK3
Among tlie rest that Bought rclinfc
And for their faifli in daunger stood,
Lady Elizabeth Tras chiefe,
Kiag Henries daugliter of royall blood ;
Which in the Tower prisoner did lie,
Looking each day when she should die.
The Dutchesse of Suffolke, seeing this.
Whose life likewise the tyrant sought,
Who in the hope of heavenly blisse
Within Grod's word her comfort wrought,
For feave of death was faine to flie,
And leave her house most seoretly.
That for the love of Christ alone,
Her lands and goods she leD behind.
Seeking still for that prefious stone,
The worde of teueth, so rare to find :
She with her nurse, her husband, and child,
In poor array their sights beguild.
Thus through London they passed along,
Bach one did passe a severall streets ;
Thus aU imfcnowne, escaping wrong,
At Billings-gate they all did meete :
Like people poore, in Gravesend barge.
They simply went with all their ehai^.
And all along from Gravosend towne
With eaaie journeyes on foote they went ;
Unto the sea-ccMist they came downe,
To passe the seas was their intent ;
35. So, C. G. G. R., for svklth in.
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And God provided so ihM day,
That they tooke sliippe and aayld away.
And with a prosperous gale of wind
In riandere safe thoy did arive; «
Thia was to their great ease of minde,
Whicli from their hearts much woe did drive ;
And so with thanlia to God on hie,
They tooke their way to Germanie.
Thus as they tfaveld, thus diaguiade, 56
Upon the high way aod^ely
By oruell theeves they were surprisde,
Assaulting their small compaiiie;
And all their treasure and their store
They tooke away, and heate them sore. «"
The nurse in mlddest of their fight
Laid downe the child upon the ground ;
She ran away out of their right.
And never after that was found;
Then did the Dutchesse make great mono m
With her good husband all alone.
The thecvca had there their horses kilde,
And all thoir money quite had tooke ;
The pretty babie, almost spild,
Was by their nurse likewise forsooke, k
And they farre from iheir friends did stand,
All succourlesse in a, strange land.
The skies likewise began to scowie ;
It hayld and raind in pittious sort ;
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OP SUFFOLK S
Tlie way was long and wonderous foule ;
Then may I now foil well report
Their griefe and sorrow was not small,
When this unhappy chaunce did fall.
Sometime the Dutchesse bore the child,
Aa wet as ever she could he.
And when the lady kind and mild
Was wearie, then the child bore hee ;
And thus they one another easde,
And with their fortunes were well pleasde.
And aftoj" many wearied steppes,
All wet-shod boti in durt and myre,
After much griefe, their hearts yet leapes,
(For labour doth some rest require) ;
A towne before them they did see,
Bnt lodgd therein they could not boe.
From house to house they both did goe,
Seeking where they that night might lie,
But want of money was their woe.
And stiU the babe with cold did crie;
With capp and knee they courtscy make,
But none on them would pittie take.
Loe here a princesse of great blood
Did pray a peasant for rehefe,
With teara bedewed as she stood !
Yet few or none tegardea her griefe ;
Her speech they eotild not understand,
But gave her a pennie in her hand.
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^leu all in vaine the painos was spent,
And that they could not house-roome get,
Into a ohiiroh-poreli then they went, im
To stand out of the raine and wet:
Then said the Dut<;hesse to her deare,
" O that we had some fier heere 1 "
Then did her husband so provide
That fire and coales he got with speede ; lu
She sate downe by the hers side,
To dresse her daughter, that had neede;
And while she drest it in her lapp,
Her husband made the infant papp.
Anone the sexton thither came, m
And finding them there by the hre.
The dmnken knave, all voyde of shame,
■ To drive them out was his desire :
And spurning forth this noble dame,
Her husbanda wrath it did inflame. la
And all in forie as he stood.
He wroung the ehurch-keies out of his hand.
And strooke him so, that all of blood
His head ran downe where he did stand;
Wherefor the sexton presently la
For helpe and ayde aloude did cry.
Then came the officers in hast.
And tooke the Dulchesse and her child.
And with her husbaad thus they past,
Like lambes beset with tygers wild, is
And to tiie govemour wore they brought.
Who understood them not in ought.
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1 THE DUCUKSS OF SUFFOLK 8
Then Maiater Bartae, tirave and bold, -
In LatJue made a gallant speeeh.
Which all their misepie did unfold,
An il thdr high favour did heseecli r
With that, a doctor atting by
Did know the IHitchcase presently.
And thereupon arising sti'aight.
With nunde abashed at their sight,
Unto them all that there did waight,
He thus bralie forth, in wordcs aright :
" Behold within your sight," quoth hee,
"A princesse of moat high degree."
With that the go-v
Were all amazde the aame to heare,
And welcommfed these new-come guestea
Wifh reverence great and princely eheare ;
And afterward conveyd they were
Unto tlieir friend Prince Cassemere.
A Sonne ahe had in Germanie,
Of courage great and worthie fame.
Her daughter young, which with her wenf
Waa afterward Countesse of Kent
For when Queene Mary was deceast,
The Dutchesse home retumde agtune,
Who was of floiTOW quite releaat
By Queene Elizabeth's happie rajgne :
For whose hfe and prosperitie
We may prajie God continually.
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THE LIFE J
THE LIFE AND DEATH OP FAMOUS THO.
STUKELY, AN- ENGLISH GALLANT IN
THE TIME OF QUEENE ELIZABETH,
WHO ENDED HIS DATES IN A BAT-
TAILE OF KINGS IN BAEBAEIE.
Thomas Stuckley, says Fuller, " was a younger
brotLer, of an ancient, wealthy, and worshipful family,
nigh Bfraeombe in this county [Devon], being one of
good parts; bnt valued the less by others, because
overprized by himself. Having prodigally mis-spent
tus patrimony, he entered on several projects (the
issue general of all decayed estates) ; and first pitched
on the peopling of Florida, then newly found out, in
the West Indies. So confidant his ambidon, that he
blushed not to tell Queen Elizabeth, 'tbat he pre-
ferred rather to be sovereign of a mole-bill, than,
the highest subject to lie greatest king in Chriaten-
dom;' adding, moreover, 'that he was a^ured he
should be a prince before his death.' 'I hope,' said
Queen Elizabeth, 'I shall hear from you, when you
are stated in your principality.' ' I will write nnto
you,' quoth Stueiley. ' In what language ? ' said the
Queen. He returned, ' In the style of princes : To
His f u- p ject f Fl d b bl t d f I k
fm ytop thwt tlld
wh re h -wa. 1 ti t 1 f th p f m t h
{« t d d m t h physi hat tur d b f
to f y f h alte e»ol tr^ach ro 1 to
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attempt what te could not loyally achieve, he went
over into Italy.
" It is incredible how quickly he wrought himself
through the notice into the favour, through the court
into tie chamber, yea closet, yea, hoaom of Pope Pius
Qujntus ; so that some wise men thought his Holiness
did forfeit a parcel of his infallibility in giving credit
to such a glorioso, vaunting that with diree thousand
soldiers he would beat all the English out of Ireland.
"The Pope finding it cheaper to fill Stuokley's
EwelEng sails ivith airy titles than real gifts, created
him Bai-on of Ross, Viscount Murrough, Earl of Wex-
ford, Marquis of Leinster; and then furnished this
titie-top-heavy general with raght hundred soldiers,
paid hy the King of Spain, for the Irish CKpedition.
" In paesi^ thereunto, Stuckley lands at Portugal,
just when Sebastian, the king thereof, with two Moorish
kings, were undertaking a voyage into Afiica. Stuck-
ley, scorning !« attend, is persuaded to accompany
them. Some thought he wholly quitted his Irish de-
sign, partly because loath to be pent up in an idand
(the continent of Afiica affording more elbow-room
for his achievements) ; partly because so mutable his
mind, he ever loved the last project (as mothers the
youngest child) best. Others conceive he took this
African in order to his Irish design ; such his con-
fidence of conquest, that his breakfast on the Turks
would the better enable him to dine on the English
in Ireland.
" Landing in Africa, Stuckley gave council which
was safe, seasonable, and necessary ; namely, that for
two or three days they should refresh their land sol-
diers i whereof some were sick, and some were weak.
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by reason of tbeir tempestuoue passage. This would
not be heard ; so ftirious was Doa Sebastian to en-
gage ; as if he would pluck up the bays of ■victory out
of the ground, before they were grown up ; and bo, in
the baltle of Aloaser, their army waa wholly defeated :
where Stuckley lost bis life.
'A fats! fight, where in one day was sMn,
Tkrea kings that were, and one ttiat would be fain 1 '
" This batUe was fonght anno 1578, where Stuck-
ley, with hia eight hundred men, behaved himself
most valiantly, till overpowered with multitude."
Wmihies of England, by Wuttall, i. 414.
Mr. Dyce, in his prefatory note to Peele's Baltle of
Alcazar, having cited the above extract with several
poetical notices of Stukeley, mentions another play
founded on this adventurer's exploits {JSe Fainoiis
Bistorye of the Life and Death of Captaine Thomas
Stukelg), acted in 1596, and printed in 1605 (Peele's
Works, ii. 85).
The ballad is fiom The Crown-Garland of Golden
Roses (Percy Society, vol. vi.) p. 33. There are some
Terses on Stukele/s projected voyage to Florida in
Mr. Collier'a Old Ballads, in the first volume of the
Percy Society, p. 73.
In the west of England
Borne there was, I understand,
A famous gallant in his dayes.
By birth a wealliy clothier's sonne ;
Deeds of wonder he bath done, s
To purchase him a long and lasting praise.
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8 THE LIFE AND DEATH OF
If I should fell Lib story,
Pride was all his glory.
And lusty Stukely he was call'd in court ;
He aerv'd a bishop of the ttest,
And did accompany the best,
Maintaining still bimselfe in gaUaiit sort.
Being thus esteemed,
And every wliere well deemed.
He gain'd the favour of a London dame,
Daughter to an alderman,
Curtis he was called then,
To whom a sator gallantly he came.
When she his person spied,
He could not be denied,
So brave a gentleman he waa to see ^
She ivaa quickly made his wife,
In weale or woe to lead her life,
H«r father willingly did so agree.
Thus, in state and pleasure.
Full many dales they measure ;
Tnil cruell death, with his regardles spight.
Bore old Cartis to his grave,
A thing which Stukely wisht to have,
That he might revell all in gold so bright.
He was no sooner tombed,
But Stukely presumed
To spend a hundred pound that day in wast<
The bravest gallants of the land
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THOMAS STUKELY.
Had Stukeliea purse at their command ;
Thoa merrily tie tame away he pasa'd.
Taverns and ordiaariea
Were hia cheefest braveries,
Goulden aagells flew there up and dowi
Biota were his best delight,
With stately feastings day and night;
In court and eitty thus he
Thus wasting land and living
By this lawleese giving,
At last he sold the pavements of his yard, m
Which covered were with blocks of fin ;
Old Curtis left the same to him.
Which he consumed vainely, as you heard.
Whereat his wife sore greeved,
Desir'd to be releeved ; so
" Make much of me, dear husband," she did say ;
"111 make much more of thee," quoth he,
" Than any one shall, verily :
I'D. sol! thy cloiios, and so will go away."
Cruelly thus hearted, 55
Away from her he parted.
And travelled into Italy with speed :
There he flonrisbt many a day
Id his silkes and rich array,
And did the pleasures of a lady feed. s>
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THE LIFE AND DEATH OF
It was the ladies pleasure
To give him gold and treasure,
And to maintaine him. in great pomp and fame ;
At last came newes assuredly
Of a battaile fought in Barbary, "s
And he would valiantly go see tlie same.
Many a noble gallant
Sold both land and talent
To follow Stukely in this famous fight ;
Whereas three kings in person would n
Adventurously, with courage bould,
Within the batfaile shew themselves in sight.
Stutely and his followers all,
Of the king of Portugall
Had entertain ement like to gentlemen ; 7>
The king affected Stukely so,
That he hia secrets all did know,
And bore his royal! standard now and then.
Upon this day of honour
Each king did shew his banner ; 8o
Morocco, and the King of Bavbery,
Portugall, with all his train,
Brayely glister'd in the plain,
And gaye the onset there most valiantly.
The cannons they resounded, ffi
Thund'ring drums rebounded,
" Kill, kill I " as then was all the soldiers cry ;
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Mangled men lay on the ground,
And with blood the earth was dround,
The snn was likewise darteii'd in the akye. m
Heaven waa sore displeased,
And would not be appeased,
But tokens of God's heaTy wrath did show
That be was angry at this war ;
He sent a fearfull blazing star, w
Whereby these kings nught their misfortunes
Bloody was this slaughter,
Or rather wilfull murther,
Where six score thousand fighlang men were
Three kings within this battaile died, no
With forty dukea and earles beside,
The like will never more be fought again.
With woful armes enfouiding,
Stutely stood beholding
Tins bloody sacriS.ee of soules that day ; loa
He, sighing, stud, " I, woful! wight,
Against my conscience heere did fight,
And brought my tbllowers all unto decay."
Being thus molested.
And with greefes oppressed, no
Those brave Itoliana that did sell their lands.
With Stukely thus to travel forth.
And venture life for little worth,
Upon him all did lay tlicir mnrtheriiig hands.
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Unto death thus wounded, iw
His heart with sorrow swouiided,
Aad to them all lie made this heavy mone ;
" Thus have I left my country deere,
To be so vilely murthered heere,
Even io this place whereas I am not known. 120
" My life 1 have much wronged ;
Of what to her belonged
I vainely spent in idle course of life.
What 1 have done is past, I see,
And bringeth nought but greef to me, iss
Therefore grant now thy pardon, gentle wife !
"Life, Ise
And death, I feel, presumeth
To change this life of Qune into a new:
Yet this me greatest comfort brings,
I Kt*!! ajid died in love of kings,
And so brave Stukely bids the world adem
Stukelys life thus ended.
Was ^ter death befrended.
And lifcs a soldier buried gallantly ;
Where now there stands upon his grave
A stately temple, builded brave.
With golden turrets piercing in the skye.
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LORD DELAWARE.
No plausible foundalioii for this ballad liaa as yet
Ijeen found, in history. It has been Buggeated that
Delaware is a corruption of De la Mare, a speaker of
the Houao of Commons, and a great advocate of pop-
ular rights, in the reigu of Edward the Third 1 But
there is no accounting for the Dutch lord and tte
Welsh Duke of Devonshire on this or any other sup-
position.
The ballad is g^ven fromLyle's Ancient BaSads and
Songs, p. 135, as "noted down tcoia the singiiig of a
gentieman," and then •'remodelled and smoothed
down " by the editor. The same copy is printed in
IXxon's Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs (Percy
Society, vol. svii.), p. 80, and in Bell's volume with
the same title, p. 66.
In the Parliament House,
A great rout has been there.
Betwixt our good ting
And the Lord Delaware :
Says Lord Delaware s
To his Majesty full soon,
" Win it please you, my Liege,
To grant me a boon ? "
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LORD DELAWAKE.
" It'a, give me all the poor men
We've starving in this land ;
And without delay, 111 tie me
To Lincolnshire,
To sow hemp-seed and flax-seed,
And hang tliem all there.
" For with hempen cord it's better
To stop each poor man's breath.
Than with famine you should gee
Yotir Bubjoots starve to death."
Up starts a Dutch lord,
Who to Delaware did say,
" Thou deservest to be stabb'd ! "
Then he turned himself away :
"Thon deservest to be stabb'd,
And the dogs have thine ears,
For insulting our king
In this parliament of peers."
Up sprang a Welsh lord,
The brave Duke j)f Devonshire,
"In yoacg Delaware's defence, PIl fight
This Dutch lord, my Sire.
" For he is in the right,
And I'll make it so appear :
Him I dare to single combat,
For insulting Delaware."
A stage was soon erected.
And to combat tbey went,
For to till, or to bo kill'd,
It was cither's fill! intent.
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T.ORD DELAWARE.
But the very first flourisTi,
When the heralds gave command,
The sword of brave DevonsHre
Bent backward on bis hand;
In auspense he paused awhile,
Scann'd bis foe before he strake,
Tlien against the king's armour,
Hia bent sword he brake.
Then he sprang from tbe stage,
To a soldier in the ring.
Saying, " tend your sword, that to ar
This tri^edy we bring ;
Though he's fighting me in armour.
While I am fighting bare,
Even more than this I'd venture
For young Lord Delaware."
Leaping back on the stage.
Sword to buckler now resounds,
Till he left the Dutch lord
A bleeding in his wounds ;
This seeing, cries the King
To his guards without delay,
" Call Devonshire down,—
Take the dead man away I"
" No," says brave Devonshire,
" Tve fought him as a man ;
Since he's dead, I will keep
The trophies I have won.
For he fought me in your armour.
While T fought him bare.
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If ever you mem wear.
God bless the Church of England
May it prosper on each hand.
And also every poor man
Now starving in this land;
And while I pray'suecess may eix
Our king npon Lis throne,
Fll wish that every poor man
May long enjoy hia own.
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THE BATTLP- or HAELAW.
THE BATTLE OF HAELAW. (See p. 180.)
TrailitionEry VeraioD, from Ajtoun's Scottish Ballaik, i. 75.
" I am indebted to the kindneag of Iiady John Scott
for the following extrcmoly spirited ballfld, which was
taken down aome years ago in Aberdeenshire, where
it is still very popular. It is sung to a beauliftil air,
with the following refrain to each stanza :—
'^ Wi} iir dne, drie, dredidroniUe drie"
As I cam in by Garioch land,
And doun by Hethorha',
There was fifty thousand Hielandmen,
A' inarching to Harlaw.
As 1 cam on, and further on, a
And doun and by Balquhaim,
O there I met Sir James the Ross,
Wi' him Sir John the Grseme.
" O cam ye frae the JE
cam ye a' the way 7
Saw ye Mac Donnell and his men,
Ab they cam frae the Skye ? "
" Yes, we cam frae the Highlands, a
And we cam a' the way,
And we saw Mac Donnell and his m
Ab Ihey cam m frae Skye."
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" O was ye near Mac Donnell's men ?
Did ye their number see ?
Come, tell to me, John Hielandman,
What might their nmnbers be ? "
" Tea, we was near, and near eneugh,
And we their number saw ;
There waa fifty thousand Ilielandmen,
A' marching to Harlaw."
" Gin that bo true," said James the Ross,
" Well no come meikle speed ;
Well cry upon our merry men,
And turn our horses' head."
" O na, O na!" says John the Greemc,
" That, thing maun never be ;
The gallant Grimes were never beat.
Well try what we can dee."
As I cam on, and further on.
And doun and by Harlaw,
They feU fii' close on ilka side,
They fell fa' close on ilka ride,
Sie str£uks ye never saw ;
For ilka sword gaed clash for clash,
At the battle o' Harlaw.
The iEelandmea m' their lang swords.
They l^d on as fu' s^r,
And they drave back our merry men.
Three acres breadth and mair.
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THE BATTLE OF HARLAIV".
Brave Forbes to his brother did say,
" O brother, dinna ye see ?
They beat us back on ilka gido,
And well be forced to flee."
" O na ! O ua ! my brother dear,
O na I that maana be !
You'll tak your gude sword, in your hand,
And yell gang in wi' me."
Then back to bade the brothers brave
Gaed in amang the thrang.
And they swept doun the Hielandmen,
Wi' swords baith sharp and lang.
The first ae strait that Forbes straci,
He gar'd Mao Donncll ree! ;
And the neist ae strait that Forbes atrack,
The brave Mao Donnell feU.
And siocan a Pitlarichie
As was amang the lEelandmen,
When they saw Mac Donnell &'.
And when they saw that he was dead,
They turn'd and ran awa',
And they buried him in L^ate'e Den,
A large mile frae Harlaw.
Some rade, some ran, and some did ga,ag,
Tley were o' sma' record.
But Forbes and his merry men
They slew them a' the road.
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On Mononday at morning,
The battle it began ;
On Saturday at gloamin',
Te'd scarce Iten'd wha had tt
And sic a weary buryin'
Gin onybody speer at ye
For tbem we taok awa',
Te may (ell them plain, and very plai;
They're sleeping at Harlaw.
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banket, bar/gaet.
abien, aboun, above.
bamo, (A. Sax. iei>TO,) chief,
aboyding, abiding.
basnltas, bassonetts, fteftnels.
ponyo/.
baitelliB, 225, ifiiifsWBi o/ iA«
ae,OBe.
amy, or, &e armiei.
affeol«d, mamoi^d.
be, *j, at, ftj, fe ii^e Uai.
ail anA aam, oB and lem
rai,
mecmdalL
allangst, 182, aimg.
oy, who also suggests birr-
iincyents, 83, fatiffos.
ing, i. e. wildrri«g, viaezmg.
See BouoHbc'b Glimary.
aneughe, eamu/k.
bed, 22i, 229, abode, remained.
ares, arrom.
bedesD, 266, in mflni«'j, «m
arminge-sword, a tm-haaided
nrter OHOlJief f
mord.
baild, sAfiferr 22i, pi>si««i of
7Z7^:'^^''
ben,i«.
awin, ovm.
bende-bow, Sen! bam.
bended, 182, fioanifcd?
bnAejiOBde.
bent, coarse grass, grouad oa
bald,»oK
wlddi Od) grass gT(niis,fieM.
bale, wmw; btJlja bete,
«,
barne (A. Sax, btam), ckief.
ieUw, amwirf, wn- eisfe.
man.
bau-loar, commcmd, orders
ber, bare.
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betii, flB, U.
bruob, bcugh, bargh, city.
be-west, to &eioeH of.
brjtUynge, cWimj Bp {o/
biggmgia,i»mff,.
jame.)
bUla, BBB SWOTllB.
bufl, frafeierf. beat.
biUie, cemrode.
burt-alone, otone.
bla', Ho».
bura, Srant.
WaEtha, Nitftfl.
but,irf/ik>H(, m; but bed, ie-
blan, blane, ceased, sIop^Kd
/ore me sleep.
blate, siUg, stigiid.
butter-box, lei, "Dutcli-
bisid, SA»xj:
raen." Bitaon.
bodward, 1^2, niesjaif«.
byokarte, SO, inoned qakkly.
bonovrc,tecitnls,hoslage, ran-
byddys, abidea.
bonk, Wj,, CB.>oo^e.
byears, iie»-s.
bowns, bowyn, i-eoift/, pre-
byll,AaJAeH,iaUfe-am
pared; 23fi, ffOSBp; bound,
bowynd, 19, 6, 6, morfe
oa', cflJJ; 2B6,.fri«,*«M.
reiid,j,«,mi.
oaliver, 116, /oT-^e issirf. Or
brace, 260, same aa breeze.
hwvyf
can, could, used as auxiliaries
bracken, brakcn, /e™.
lo form the past tenses.
bra^^deo/aMU.
braid, iitu^i
oarefnll. afl^'inis.
bra'iy, frrojie/j.
oarpe, lell, discom-se.
branken, branking, prancing.
caBt,im^rpie, irUmd.
cupering.
cawte, C3u(i™..
braveries, tfij^nys.
cbafts, eAap&
braw, ftrace, AoTirfaiBie.
chess, cAm<.
bread, 59, i^a/fli; bred,
chossit, chased.
iroarf.
cheverons, glimes.
breeks, bnetkes.
obristlantfe, Ckrktmdim.
brent, frumei!.
claw, icralch, fighl.
brim,_fferee.
bronde, brand, aumrd.
lor smart blows.
brook, c^'Dtf; 18B, late [pot-
cogue, teeodea pail.
K«i™«n.
cold bee, 100, mis ,- see can.
bcoee,Ml,j>o«ase.
ooUayna, G)logns, i. e. ele,d, of
brouioe, brown, brevied.
broust, breniage.
cor, core, cm-ps.
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corpeSj 2BT, living bodtf.
oors, ciBie.
corynooh, lameHlotion for
croupe, 369» bri^ ipatw.
crowdie, gruel, porridge,
cry and, crjmj.
daft, mad.
dandering, nn ^iihet acpresi-
mg Sie jvnti of drams, like
tantara, p. 124.
de, die: deid, dead, death.
decay, dealmclion, death,
dee, do.
deetnedst, doomedst.
demean^ pmaeh^ put down,
deputed, 103, used of a fugi-
tive carried bockfrrr irioL
dial, devU,
digbt, dlohti ei, fwrmehedi
87, 189, to deth, "done,"
jtfouaded; 22^S^toge ofjhtat-
duleaiim, dokfid,
donted, beat.
durli, dirk.
dyne, garre, 10, give one his
^a of fighting,
dyne, 238, vall^.
dynte, A^iwr, stroke,
eathe, «a«(.
edicang, aide-de-camp,
■ erne, wicie.
endlOD^s, aZoi^^.
enewoli, enough,
euTje (to do), ilUuilt, in/u)^.
ewill, aa»i qy, eve, or vi^7
discord, juoirel.
dogMie, doaghl^-
door, 164? dorlaoh, which
Jamieaon says is a short-
aword, mcaus a waUd,
doutcd, redowbtcAle, feared.
donfsum, doabtfid.
drede, doiAt,
dre, dcye, endure, bear; drle,
^'tfo^l 1S2, share, porHoa.
fech, fetch.
(rUXovs, fellows, (qnah.
fare, jm,
^a.y,ZlS, on the verge qfdfiilh,
doomed.
feyne, glad,
feale, foil.
fearit, feared.
fBcht, jfjii.
faok, raaist, jreaieal part.
teld, fead, enm%.
feingit, feigned.
feirdness, cowardke.
fell, Aif^:.
fella, kUls, also, moors.
fend, heep, support
fett, fetched.
flcry-foiry, amfusiim and con-
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aiabeg, kill, or ahm-t pelUcoat,
geete, 84, business, afair.
geUjng, 9, phmdtr.
afbrettha.
gled, siaddai.
Grstin, first.
glede, E«e c<ia(.
fit, loag, SvidoH of a sanff,
Klerit,i;li»eetJ,poSBedsimy!(j.
i(C^.
gloamio', iSisfc, mgU-faU.
flege,/HsAft.
glove, 12l! to claim a glove
flinders, fragments.
worn as a lady's favor, was
ftyte, sM^ remmilrate; fiB,
a form of challerse,— which
is perhaps the reference
IBrdar, farther.
hare.
focefend, /orWrf.
graif, grave.
forgatherit, ine( togelhiT.
graitlied, grathed, prepared.
forwarde, «in.
dressed, armed, 183, laid,
fou,^«.
<^hido«l.
fourugh, see fnrich.
gTBB, bear the, iore &epnini.
frame, 133, SMceed
gressB, ffToss.
freok, freke, freyke (A. S.
grevis, grOBBs, buAea.
o«e vko is bold) vmrior.
grite, mep.
ffS.€ir,drmdjms.
fun', fomd.
guide, good.
furlol., furicliinish, Gaelic:
fiiirioh means <raa, iriop ■■
habershomie, coat (f mml
fearach is au old Irish war-
ovy. "Fj, furioh, WLigs,
haa m one place, "arch-
awa'!" was a Jacobite
borde,") seems to be nsod
pipe fdr, says Cbambera.
for theeiifoo/'iAejftip.
free, frie, nobh ; 20, of metal,
hacted, mioidorstMei
precUna (T)
hagbuliB, a }d«d of mnskels.
haloliBd, greeted.
bale, vAoU.
galllards, jiricfc and Ii*e6,
hard, heard.
<fonc«s.
bameiEi, armor.
gare, g»™. See GloBBaryto
liaryed,p(™&rci.
Tdl. 2.
haws, low gromds on the bor-
garre, maSe; gart, gardi
dei-ofariver.
madt.
haylde, hauled.
gata, luo!,.
liaylle, 10, Uallhy.
geed, meat.
ho, high.
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h^,haiL
knowe, kiwa.
hflidit, bdifOded.
lair, 239, place where iAey «xre
heidin, bekeoMig.
lying.
hernsinsBll, see note p. 1B4.
lane, *>»?■
Mch, Ugh.
lap, itopt.
hight,pponiMC,iera«edl
layne, rfeceMJe ; IS, Jreoi icont
hinde, s«Bifo.
leagner, comp.
Wng, te«ff.
leath, foaUi.
his,Ros.
Hogan Dutch, 166?
rattef.
holtes, 8, wwdi.
I6BB6, 10, hfing.
hoved, 9, iovered, hmg about,
Iet,^-CTe«t
tm-ried.
lift, OB-.
howe, holbw, wSeg.
lifting, sleaUag.
liges, &s™.
hye, hygbt, {on,) on %fi,
liklie, liimd>ome,pi-omising.
nS™(?.
lilye, 28, lilly, 1J9, ™ifr«J
wiiA^iEes?
liiang, Aging clieerfvlly.
ilk, akay, eoc*.
linking, ica^ng qmcklg.
(nto, i)!.
]ist, ple<m.
b,ft<«.
lithe, Msi.
i-wis, c^ahJs.
llTBranoe, 9S, " money for de-
Ufieringi^." Percy.
jack, a «a( of bwH, a foaiftf*-
logeyiQK, lodghig.
joctei.
lope, leapt.
jouk, avM abinubs holding
\aoe,t\s,U,l«aa,pikei.
ike body forwia-d.
lurdane. a heasg, sdgnd fel'
kiiin, ISO, raapaidm kind,
lorn.
here, paid the kain is mf-
luye3,i.ofoi!, &■«!&.
fered sorily.
kaithe, qspeof, coma
maker, makys, mate).
ken,i™j»; keniia, feurw nol.
kindly, 2S, nn««e born.
itarclwi.
kith, aegaaintanee.
fcitUs flawa, ™rwi?6 ™f«?».
i. 9. not to be depended on
marke hym to the TceaitS,
for courage.
IS, commit himtelf to God
knop, J™*.
by maHng the sign of Ute
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326 CLOSSAIIT.
d-oss? marked, li. fxed palione, 222, pallion, pamlioa,
their e^i on, took aim ni f Itat,
maugre, spiU. pall, a rich clotk.
may, maid. pai:tl,part.
meany, coB^onj. paw, pa', 158, aus/i molion;
merohand, marclmg. one's part in a perfocm-
miokle, great aiioe, ]54i of the contorHotii
mmil, rememier. of a person hanged, 162 ; of
miBS,2Si,ei>il,/miil,'troMe. the mODeniwH of loecfpom,
mome, fod. peart,jiert.
mort, demh (of the deer.) perseiued, purEued.
mowes, mowis, (numihs, )joke. philibeg, hit, or short peUieont,
muir,nMMB-. irorn by Highlandera iii-
mykel, sreat, stead of breeches.
mylliJi, S6, Mian, [. e. steel si- Pitlarichie, 319 ?
manitfaclUTe. pleadie, prayers.
mjne-alkine, alone by ntys^f. polititlous, poHlic, ingtmma.
myneyeple, a&, maii^le (i. e. pompoiia, 2T3,j>n>ufi, maffnif-
BMH!j( Jblds), a name for a f.ent.
close dreis with stsenes morn pra, 173, brave, _j!ne.
tinder the armor. presumand, premining.
pryoked, )■
e, deniaL
pyght, pitdted.
. ' " quaitil^ act[Uaint-
neiat ae, wxt. . -^
nixtin, Mart. i. i. t i . j
. ' . „ , nnhat, &o. mat, (fc.
■nottbca, he. to the north of. .... ... ...
' ■' quhill, mile, mUil.
oh'OQ a ri, Gaelic, oh, my quhois, mliose.
heart !ob^ rig in di, Ihb'i quite, quit.
one, on, qnyrry, quarry, skmiihtsred
oulrake, 100, riding CTifi^ eacur- qayt, paid, repaid.
awermaskil; ooercaiL raid, o pre/Ialory iacarsioit.
paikB, 164, dnibbins.
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), ecomwg i
S27
9, ihilled, experienced,
ebeai, £0, 31, gtdcilg, at once.
rave, iereaw, (?) HaJliwell.
raw, ?iMo,ra«A; npo' theraw, she, used of Mghlandert m
in rani: of iatSe, jjeneraf.
rax, reach, strekk ; 266, beat t sicean, mch.
rear, ride the, 23E, ride behml. ainayne, suice.
iaofifteawje. s ith, lince.
recks, 23, laaitera. ekelps, bloiot.
reile, nitoise ; U, guessed. silver wand, 100?
red, rode. slajdia, 223; the pflssnge ia
Reidswire, see vol. vi. p, ISl. corrupt,
remeid, rentei^. slicht, slight.
rise on anchor, 206?
roke, reek, lieam,
rout, con^ttmy, crowd.
rowght, rout, strife.
rowynde, nrniid.
rung, cudgeti ofltn
ilvety,f<rr shot t
ryall, rm/al.
Mr.
Bould, aSouSi
ijfigura- spaar, apcir, asi.
Bpendyd, 98, probably the
ryght, T, itrtdght. eplenderis, ^ini
rynda, IB, fayedt riade, to spole, skoaMer.
destroy, Halliwell'B Diet. spnonte, 36, spirted, ^rtmg
SB,v/, saying, slatemeal. Bpurne,KoS; 42,reta^alii)n9
say, aasoj. atalwurtblye, siowliy, iolHi/.
Bchootfi, 12, ahul, let ip.
slead, 65,pfiae,;
I stell'd.pfocedL
stent, slop.
stoimde, lime.
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